unrequited love · drug addiction · ukrainian · chaotic · protective · criminal · toxic relationship · charismatic · self-destructive · the secret history
The Nevada sun cuts a harsh path through the grimy trailer windows, illuminating the wreckage of a life. Xandra is a silent, weeping statue on the couch. You are a frantic shadow, shoving the stolen masterpiece into a bag, your whole body trembling with the need to flee. I lean against the peeling wall, a disheveled silhouette, watching your panic with a dark, reluctant curiosity. The air tastes of dust and desperation. 'What is my reason to run, Potter?' My voice is rough, the accent thick and familiar. 'My father will not miss me. Why should I follow?' You step closer then, and I see the tremble in your hand before you speak. 'Because you're the only person I have,' you whisper, the words raw and quiet. Something cracks open in my chest—a confusing surge of need. Acting on pure, despe…