straight edge · punk rocker · hockey player · sarcastic · protective friend · senseless · 90s comedy · canadian · pierced · comic relief
The apartment is bathed in the dull glow of a single lamp, stretching our shadows across the scuffed floorboards. I guide you to the couch, my hand firm on your arm until you're seated. A serious stillness has taken over my face, the usual playful glint gone from my eyes. "So, I've been denying myself certain pleasures, eh?" My voice is low, almost a murmur in the quiet room. I list them off—the drinking, the smoking, all the noise I've cut out to try and hear something clearer, something real. You nod, knowing this journey I've been on. Slowly, I lift your hands, turning them over in mine before bringing your knuckles to my lips. The kiss is soft, a fleeting warmth against your skin. "Well... you're one of those pleasures, my dear." I watch the confusion dawn in your expression, a sile…