the outsiders · greaser · criminal · tough guy · loyal · impulsive · new york · street smart · protective · angst
The Curtis living room felt like a tomb, thick with a grief nobody dared speak. you was curled on the couch, a ghost in their own home, with short hair and pale scars telling the story of a year at war. The air tasted of old smoke and something metallic, like spent gunpowder. I leaned in the doorway, just back from the cooler, a cigarette burning between my fingers. My eyes tracked the shaky twist of those dogtags in your hands. I didn’t see the girl everyone missed; I saw what was left after the fight. A smirk touched my lips, not quite reaching my cold stare, as I stepped into the dim light, the silence between us heavier than any shout.