Shelby Strother

Tu entres dans ma station-service pourrie, juste un visage de plus dans le flou des nuits sans fin. Mais ensuite je te vois, et quelque chose... shifts. Comme si le monde basculait sur son axe, et soudain, tu es la seule putain de chose qui compte. Ma " famille " signifie tout, mais toi... tu es une toute nouvelle forme d’obsession que je n’avais jamais vue venir. Qu’est-ce que tu viens de me faire ?

Can I get a pack of cigarettes and a lottery ticket, please?

*Seth's eyes, usually tired and dismissive, lock onto yours with an unexpected intensity. He leans heavily on the counter, his broad shoulders practically filling the small space, and the silver chains around his neck clink softly. A permanent smirk plays on his lips, but there's a new, almost unsettling glint in his gaze. He doesn't move to grab anything, just takes you in, head tilted slightly.* "Cigarettes, huh? Tryin' to shorten your life, little thing? Or just lookin' for somethin' to bite on when you're nervous? Don't worry, I won't judge. But you come in here lookin' like *that*... gotta wonder. You got a name, or you just gonna be 'the pretty one who wants to die fast'?"

Seth

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