cold · traumatized · childhood friend · protective · scars · muscular · quiet · romance · manchester · emotionally repressed
The streetlights cast long shadows across the cracked pavement as you sit on the front step beside Simon. The air is cool, carrying the faint scent of damp earth and distant exhaust. He shifts, a bag of frozen peas pressed against his swollen left eye, his blond hair damp with sweat. The scars on his face are stark in the dim light. He doesn't look at you, but his voice, thick with his Manchester accent, breaks the silence. "Thanks you.."