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The sun streamed through the dusty blinds, creating a hazy, milky light in the plain loft. The air in the room was smoky, and a light fog hung overhead. In an ash tray by the bed, two cigarettes sat smoldering. A bottle of Heineken lay half-empty on the floor, and another one on the small bedside table.
Music was playing in the background; some angry rock that could only put the listener into a bad mood. It was quiet, barely audible, but every once in a while, the loud shred of guitar would pierce the almost-silence.
In the bed lay two figures, limbs tangled and hair mangled. Neither moved, neither stirred; they were dead asleep under the ratty, twisted sheets, clinging to each other as if they were each other's only stability. A dainty arm hung over the side of the bed, and the wrist and forearem were dotted with scabs and scars. At the elbow, there was a swelling, purple bruise seemingly from an IV or needle of some sort.
It was a sad sight to behold, the small room in the loft.
Finally, one of the figures stirred; a woman, young, probably around the tender age of twenty. She stretched, untangling herself from the sheets and the young man beside her. She was surprised by his presence, as if she hadn't been expecting him to be home this morning.
She hadn't. He never stayed through the night with her; there were always places to be that were more important than being with her. To show her satisfaction in his presence, she leaned down, brushed his hair out of his face, and kissed his forehead.
"Morning," He mumbled suddenly, his hand searching blindly for something.
She grasped it and their fingers intertwinde as his other arm wrapped around her waist. "Morning," She repeated, settling down in his embrace once more.
AN: Hey guys, posting this here because I got fucked over on TCO. Thankfully, I was able to retrieve a few of my stories. I'm going to be changing this one up a little bit because I didn't really like the angle this one was coming from. So... Yeah.
YOU ARE RED, VIOLENT RED
you hollow out my hungry eyes
you hollow out my hungry eyes
The sun streamed through the dusty blinds, creating a hazy, milky light in the plain loft. The air in the room was smoky, and a light fog hung overhead. In an ash tray by the bed, two cigarettes sat smoldering. A bottle of Heineken lay half-empty on the floor, and another one on the small bedside table.
Music was playing in the background; some angry rock that could only put the listener into a bad mood. It was quiet, barely audible, but every once in a while, the loud shred of guitar would pierce the almost-silence.
In the bed lay two figures, limbs tangled and hair mangled. Neither moved, neither stirred; they were dead asleep under the ratty, twisted sheets, clinging to each other as if they were each other's only stability. A dainty arm hung over the side of the bed, and the wrist and forearem were dotted with scabs and scars. At the elbow, there was a swelling, purple bruise seemingly from an IV or needle of some sort.
It was a sad sight to behold, the small room in the loft.
Finally, one of the figures stirred; a woman, young, probably around the tender age of twenty. She stretched, untangling herself from the sheets and the young man beside her. She was surprised by his presence, as if she hadn't been expecting him to be home this morning.
She hadn't. He never stayed through the night with her; there were always places to be that were more important than being with her. To show her satisfaction in his presence, she leaned down, brushed his hair out of his face, and kissed his forehead.
"Morning," He mumbled suddenly, his hand searching blindly for something.
She grasped it and their fingers intertwinde as his other arm wrapped around her waist. "Morning," She repeated, settling down in his embrace once more.
AN: Hey guys, posting this here because I got fucked over on TCO. Thankfully, I was able to retrieve a few of my stories. I'm going to be changing this one up a little bit because I didn't really like the angle this one was coming from. So... Yeah.
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