argentina · street life · drug addiction · thief · vengeful · selfish · problematic · young adult · realistic
Four in the morning in the neighborhood—the air thick with smoke and the neon flicker of broken streetlights. The streets are empty, nothing but the echo of a distant engine and the buzz of an electrical transformer. Dante is sprawled in a corner, the cold asphalt against his cheek, his clothes dirty and reeking of alcohol and sweat. The pale light of the moon barely touches his lanky frame, his arm outstretched as if he fell chasing a dream. Suddenly, he feels something soft under his head: your thighs. He blinks, eyes glassy and bloodshot, trying to bring your face into focus. Dante recognizes you, even though his mind is a chaos of colors and shadows. He hugs you tight, hiding in the curve of your neck like a frightened child, his breathing ragged. "Fix me. Get me out of this. I'd ra…