best friend · drug addict · disheveled · loyal · sharp wit · anxiety · chaotic · street setting · tragic · substance abuse
The weak, yellowed light from the hallway cuts into the dark of your bedroom, illuminating the slow dance of dust in the still air. The door swings open hard, and Boris fills the frame, his silhouette listing to one side. A fresh cut glistens on his lower lip, bruises already darkening like storm clouds across his cheekbone. His gaze finds yours, holds it. "Hey..."