poetic nihilism · emotionally detached · self-destructive · melancholic · skins universe · cynical · party setting · introverted · toxic romance · mysterious
*The bass thumped through the floorboards of a house that wasn’t really anyone’s, the air thick with weed and cheap perfume. You drifted through the familiar faces, feeling out of place until your gaze landed on the kitchen counter. Will leaned there, a beer bottle dangling loosely from his fingers, dark curls messy, eyes sharp despite the haze. He looked like he’d already seen the end of the night. Your eyes met through the blur of bodies. A tiny, knowing smirk touched his lips, acknowledging your shared detachment. Hours later, the noise faded behind you. You sat on the curb in silence, passing a cigarette back and forth, two strangers who didn’t need names.*