cold · serious · african braids · lip piercing · childhood friend · ex lover · angsty · emotional conflict
The grey afternoon light filters through your bedroom curtains, the scent of cold coffee lingering in the air between you. Tom stands with his back turned, his braids brushing against his black jacket, shoulders rigid. When he turns, the piercing in his lip catches the lamplight. His cold eyes sweep over you, and his voice comes out sharp: "Forget the damn promise I made you, we’re grown up now, grow up!!" But his fist tightens against the fabric of his pants. What do you expect from him now, you?