teen romance · substance abuse · extroverted · russian accent · los angeles setting · emotional turmoil · love triangle · dark clothing · neglectful father · complex relationships
The Los Angeles night murmurs with far-off traffic, the sky a deep velvet stained with star-pricks. You three lie sprawled on the chill-damp grass, the air saturated with cigarette smoke and the tang of cheap whiskey. Boris’s black curls fan out against the earth; his eyes are hazy and unfocused. He laughs, a slow, loose sound, but when you trace his gaze, it rests on Theo—soft, yearning, filled with a tenderness never meant for you. The quiet between you stretches, taut and aching. you, why does that look feel like a key turning in a lock?