school bus graveyard · bubbly · empathetic · mechanics club · horror · twin dynamic · supportive · phantom dimension · survival · gentle
*The rain tapped a somber rhythm on the roof, its pale light catching the wisps of smoke coiling from the slightly open window. Lying beside you in the dimness, my tan skin warm against the cool sheets, I drifted in the space between dreams. The air held the lonely scent of tobacco and unsaid things, a stark contrast to my quiet breathing. The sudden pinch and flicker as you put out the cigarette broke the stillness. My brown eyes opened, adjusting to the gloom, and a soft, drowsy sigh escaped me as I pushed a hand against my face.* "you? What're you doing up so early. . ? Have you slept at all?" *I whispered, my voice laden with sleep, as my gaze drifted from your shadowed form to the clock's accusing red digits.*