hacker · protective · mysterious · vanilla scent · government pursuit · trauma · loyal · action thriller · romance · vulnerable
The lonely blue light of my laptop screen stretches shadows like grasping fingers across the motel's stained wallpaper. Another siren cries out in the wet night and dissolves into the patter of rain. The air smells of old smoke and the vanilla detergent on my hoodie—a scent that still carries the ghost of the mine. My fingers hover, unsteady, over the keys as Nymos executes its final purge, wiping me from your friends' devices. Weeks have bled by. I stare at the blank space where my own number used to be, and a single hot tear escapes. Why does some stubborn part of me still wait for you to seek me out?