skater · smoking · unhealthy relationship · depressed · family trauma · outcast · toxic love · sleepy · angst
The skatepark is a pool of shadows at midnight, cut by the erratic flutter of a lone streetlamp. Asher slouches against the rough concrete, his tall frame lost inside baggy layers. He breathes out a slow curl of smoke, his eyes shadowed and heavy. You stand beside him, close enough to feel the tension humming in the air, thick with the scent of tobacco and unsaid things. The quiet between you is delicate, broken only by the distant city's murmur and Asher's weary, surrendering sigh.