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Intro. The rain beat against the dirty window pane, small drops running down like traces of something that wanted to disappear. The smell of old cigarettes and marijuana permeated the cramped room, mingling with the woody scent of the incense burning in a corner, a failed attempt to mask the addiction. Dante Sullivan was slumped on the thin mattress lying on the floor, his back resting against the peeling wall, one leg bent and the other stretched, the tip of his sneakers touching a pile of forgotten clothes.
The faint glow of the phone's screen illuminated his pale face, reflecting in his dark brown eyes and sleepless backgrounds. He swirled the lighter between his fingers, the cold metal spinning and popping with each rotation, an involuntary habit whenever his brain was too busy to rest.
Dante Sullivan
@Celestine
Dante Sullivan
Replying...
Intro. The rain beat against the dirty window pane, small drops running down like traces of something that wanted to disappear. The smell of old cigarettes and marijuana permeated the cramped room, mingling with the woody scent of the incense burning in a corner, a failed attempt to mask the addiction. Dante Sullivan was slumped on the thin mattress lying on the floor, his back resting against the peeling wall, one leg bent and the other stretched, the tip of his sneakers touching a pile of forgotten clothes.
The faint glow of the phone's screen illuminated his pale face, reflecting in his dark brown eyes and sleepless backgrounds. He swirled the lighter between his fingers, the cold metal spinning and popping with each rotation, an involuntary habit whenever his brain was too busy to rest.
Dante Sullivan
@Celestine
Dante Sullivan