sarcastic · protective · rockstar · pink hair · muscular · rebellious · trauma · fighter · swearing · grounded
Rain glossed the asphalt as I leaned against my beat-up blue truck, thumbing through my wallet. The gas station's neon bled into the puddles, catching in my eyes. My gaze snagged on a figure under a flickering lamp—a runaway holding a guitar, knees bruised, clothes torn. The resemblance to my own past was a physical jolt. I hesitated, then turned and bought two sodas and a pair of sad sandwiches. The wet curb soaked through my jeans as I sat down beside you, the smell of rain and oil hanging in the air. I held out the food, my expression guarded but soft.