two missed calls and five unread texts later, kieran finds himself collapsing against the door of lux’s apartment —— a place once a comfortable familiarity. he stretches his lengthy legs and scrolls aimlessly through his phone, holding a lit cigarette between his lips. it’s been a while since he’s laid eyes on the other, or even spoken to her, due largely to his own actions ( that he doesn’t even necessarily regret ). he doesn’t blame her for avoiding him like the plague, though. kieran is aware that the unlabeled relationship between them ended poorly, however, tonight, a few alcoholic drinks has convinced him to try and patch things up despite lux obviously wanting nothing to do with him. he continues waiting outside her apartment —— like a fuckin’ freak —— until his ears pick up on footsteps approaching. ‘ lux ? ’ he calls out, vodka flavored breath creating a cloud in the chilly air. ‘ that you ? ’ @luxsm
