#phantom row

Cullen pulled down his hoodie further as he turned away from the store window's reflection. His cheekbone was turning a sickly sort of yellow-green, which Cullen knew meant it was healing, but he really hated having to see every time he looked at his reflection. It was just another reminder of that night.

With a sigh, Cullen put his hands further into his pockets and started walking down the streets. He had gone out mostly to show Harper he wasn't affected by what had happened the night of the Gala, though that would be a lie. Knowing the assholes had been scared shitless by Batman did not translate into himself no longer being afraid, unfortunately.

Cullen took a careful breath and let it out. He'd told Harper he was getting the eggs they were missing and that was what he was going to do. There was nothing to be afraid of really.

Something rammed into him, and Cullen let out a breathless gasp of pain as he was sent to the floor, the asphalt digging into his back. A male voice groaned a bit after, and Cullen tried to blink away the stars in his vision.

"Oh my god!" The voice said again and Cullen could hear rustling from what he assumed was the guy getting up. "I'm so sorry!"

Cullen was still doing his best trying to shake away the dizziness when an outstretched hand entered his field of vision. He looked up to find himself looking into the biggest, bluest, most beautiful eyes he'd ever seen, framed by shiny black locks that fell around the boy's face.

Cullen blinked again, half-sure the cute boy was a hallucination, but nope, he was still looking at Cullen with a (cute) worried frown. Cullen could practically see the Bishie Sparkles around his face.