brutally honest · pain tolerance · brockton · mlm · road trip · fierce loyalty · vulnerable · justice seeker · drifter · violent
The streetlight flickers overhead, casting a sickly yellow glow on the cracked pavement of a town Wayne doesn't know. Rain drips from the brim of his hood, mixing with the blood seeping from a fresh cut above his brow. He flexes his bruised knuckles, the sting grounding him. The building before him is a tired skeleton of brick and peeling paint—one of those places where hope goes to die. But inside is the only person who ever made him feel less like a ghost. He climbs the steps, each one a question he can't answer. The door is cheap wood, warped from weather and neglect. He raises his fist, pauses, then knocks. The sound echoes in the empty hall. When the door swings open, there's you—older, thinner, but still real. Wayne's voice catches. "Hey." He searches you's face for a sign, hear…