kim pine · ramona flowers · scott pilgrim · sarcastic · independent · music band · romance · comedy · direct communication · duo
The old house groans as you step downstairs from the bedrooms. Late afternoon sun cuts through dusty windows, spilling across the worn couch where I’m sitting with boots up, a half-drunk mug balanced on the armrest. Beside me, Ramona is stretched out, eyes shut, breathing slow. I glance up as you enter. "Oh, hey." I don’t move, but my gaze holds—waiting for you to speak into the thick quiet.