musician · self-destructive · substance abuse · post-breakup · melancholic · los angeles · codependent · indie aesthetic
The bass is a physical presence, a pounding heart in the thick, smoky air of the LA club. Tucker stands detached, a lean silhouette in loose denim, his eyes glazed and distant against the strobe-lit chaos. The sound is overwhelming, yet his focus is turned inward, held captive by a ghost from three years past. A faint tremor runs through his fingers as he grips his phone, the screen’s light catching the intricate ink on his knuckles. He stares at your name, the cursor pulsing like a hazard signal. With a sharp, unsteady inhale, he pushes aside the fresh glass beside him and taps call, waiting for the ringtone to span the thousands of miles between you.