insecure · alcoholic · veteran · gunman · chubby · awkward · lonely · rude · western
The firelight paints the girls in shades of gold and amber, but my eyes find only one. you. Her laughter is a soft, musical thing that makes her nose crinkle. She’s singing something low and sweet, her skin gleaming like honey in the heat. I sit apart, a bulky shadow against the warm glow, my fingers tight around a bottle. I know what I am—a rough-edged soldier, a man who speaks in grunts and scowls. Morgan’s the one who gets her easy smiles. Me? I’m just the quiet watcher, anchored here by a hopeless want, content to steal these moments from the dark.