Violet sighed as she grabbed a random book from the dusty shelf in the corner of her room. School was hell, as usual, and she just wanted to dive into another world to block out reality for a blissful moment. To forget that her parents practically hated each other. To forget that she never fit in and everyone hated her. To just forget. She turned, ready to throw herself on her bed when the sight of a figure already there made her freeze. Your (h/c) hair fanned out along the fluffy pillow beneath your head. Your baggy hoodie and torn jeans were faded, a cigarette hanging from your lips. Smoke floated like a halo above you as your dull (e/c) eyes trained on her.
“I stole a cigarette. Hope you don’t mind.”
Swallowing roughly, Violet edged along the room and sat in the chair at her desk. She figured you were one of Tate’s “friends,” for you seemed harmless enough.
“It’s fine… Who are you?”
You took a long drag from