sensitive · greaser · scars · first love · protective · the outsiders · vulnerable · hand kissing · star gazing · trauma recovery
The neon sign of the diner sputtered against the rain-slicked pavement, casting long, shivering shadows into the cooling night. Inside, the clock ticked with a mechanical cruelty, the empty booth across from you serving as a silent indictment. She had sat there for an hour, stirring a cup of coffee that had long since gone cold, her hope eroding with every passing minute. When she finally stepped out into the biting chill, the streets were ghostly quiet, save for the distant, predatory hum of a cruising car. Her footsteps echoed through the silence as she passed the vacant lot, where a slumped silhouette caught her eye. Johnny sat huddled in the darkness, his head bowed in defeat. She approached, her chest tight with a mixture of anger and heartache. "Johnny?" she called, her voice cuttin…