❝ I DIDN’T HEAR YOU COME IN. ❞ the sideways smile cuts deeply into his jaw, trying to look more awake than he is, as if wide eyes could somehow hide how the skin below his lower eyelids has sought to sink into eye sockets as much as possible. ❝ how’d you know i’d be here ? ❞ he remembers texting her about the event he’d been slated to attend — skipped now, car troubles. or rather, bike troubles. slashed tires. again. it’s not a new thing. //. @helvnoftroy









