#interactions: nazli sayar.

[babyloncurse]

open to: nazli sayar | @bledhorror location: some oversized closet, colony house

One thing was for certain for Cade— just because he couldn't get back home, it didn't mean he was stuck here. He'd spent his life learning to escape, and for once, every frowned bad habit of his had served him well. Cade hadn't been happy where he was before, so what difference did this place make it? Wherever he went, there he fucking was. There were elements to convincing himself he was just where he needed to be. Cade had ripped out the taillights out of nearly every car in town and rigged them up paint the room red. Every other color came from candles he's placed under propped multicolored vases, spinning them on a turntable most has grown tired of. He still had all of Olivia's old CDs and he'd put them into the radio no one questioned. By then, Cade could still pretend. The red hues painted the room, reminding him of the clubs he'd stumbled into back in the city. The house didn't shake the same way the bass was suppose to, but his swallowed fear left a tremor he could convince himself was something else. Night would be gone soon enough, and he could sleep again. Most people stayed until they could smell breakfast in the kitchen, or when they finally grew tired of the same four albums. Cade, however, took longer to leave. Some days he'd only come out when it was nightfall again, or when he found himself on the floor and daylight from the hall creeped in under the door. He didn't hear it open, much less feel the light. The day was dull outside and he hadn't noticed he was alone. When a set of hands reached out to him, he pulled them into the sway of the music even if his feet were dragging with every step. "I got you, babe. I've got flowers in the spring, I've got you to wear my ring, and when I'm sad, you're a clown, and when I get scared, you're always around," Cade hummed softly, voice scraping the back of his throat.