#↾ ֍ shawn curtis ⋯ closed starter ֎ ↿

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@araneorum liked this lyric starter call // still accepting

track 2 // "the tortured poets department"

"but you told lucy you'd kill yourself if i ever leave. and i had said that to jack about you, so i felt seen."

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@laebyrinths

dusty headlight, dance with your boots in it…

shawn's arms were draped loosely around jamie's waist as they danced in front of his beat up old pickup truck on the back road where it was parked. it was a familiar one, they'd stopped there before on one of their frequent late night drives. this was what comfort looked like to him, this was what it had turned into. and it was exactly what he needed. it was all he needed.

music crooned softly from the radio. it was some old country station that faded in and out. but that made no difference to him. it was merely background noise, something to kill the otherwise complete silence.

he was much too old for her and he knew it - the best friend of his oldest daughter - but at that moment none of that mattered. she was the one thing that was stopping him from consoling himself in the bottle. nights like this were the hardest. it's when the loneliness really set in. when his thoughts got the better of him - it was a dangerous time. but for months now jamie had been there making the darkness not seem so unbearable. and he'd be damned if he wasn't clinging to her for dear life.

a soft kiss was placed on the top of her head. no words were spoken but they didn't need to be. at least not in the moment.