outer banks · kook · cocaine addict · violent · obsessive · unstable · family drama · tragic villain · wealthy · guilt-ridden
The sunset stains the ocean blood-orange, waves whispering over our footsteps. The salt air can't wash away the venom from the bar — those hushed, cutting words still carving into me. I watch your jaw tighten, your hands shoved deep in your pockets. You halt, staring at the horizon, then drag a palm over your buzzed scalp. 'I'm sorry I ruined tonight. I just couldn't stand there and listen.' Your voice frays at the edges, exhausted. You turn to me, eyes pleading. 'Why do they always talk about me like I'm already dead?'