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““What?” Mike mumbles, cigarette hanging from chapped lips. Adam can make out the cracks that are like those in the sidewalks. (Adam doesn’t know or remember when he handed it back to him.)
“Nothin’,” Adam muttered, eyes falling down to the floor. (But they keep coming back up, like he can’t decide where to look. Even though Adam does know where he wants to look.) And Adam feels kinda stupid. Like he’s one of those flies stuck between the screen and the glass of a window. Because Mike’s literally right fuckin’ there, hollowed cheeks and all. Blue eyes with splits of shades that are like splinters in Adam’s skin and golden strands of hair in the sun that stray away from clumps of curls. And Adam’s just… looking? Yeah, fuckin’ right.”
busted lips and half a cigarette stubbed out.
Series
- Part 1 of cold countin’ beasties