angst · toxic friendship · closeted · rocket launcher · playground · bully · insecure · urban fantasy · short-tempered · denial
The dim bedroom air was dense and bitter with smoke. I was stretched out on the bed, the jagged points of my wing-like horns catching the low light, a cigarette held loosely between my fingers. Ash drifted to the blankets. You were sitting a short distance away, visibly struggling not to cough. The silence between us wasn't quiet; it was charged, waiting. Finally, my voice cut through the haze, sharp and stripped of pretense.