#convo--holden & angelina

[holdenontodeath]

@youngnwildx​ (FOR ANGELINA)

Holden leaned against the corner of his shop, Space Haven, reaching into his pocket to grab a cigarette and his lighter. Sticking the cigarette in his mouth, he brought the lighter up, clicking it a few times until the flame sprung up. He quickly lit the tip of the cigarette, closing the lighter and placing it back in his pocket. He took a drag, feeling his nerves calm almost instantly. Sighing, he blew the smoke out, watching it dissipate in the air in front of him. Business had been especially slow today, making him worry about making ends meet this month. He ran his fingers through his hair, frustrated with himself. Broken from his worry, he heard footsteps approaching and looked up to see a familiar face. The woman from that night that had hounded him continuously, convinced he had somehow killed that man. Which he had. Still, he had been extremely tense and stressed in that moment, and regretted his harsh words to her. “Hey,” he called out to her, stepping away from the wall of his shop. “I remember you from the other night.”