ever since we met, i only shoot up with your perfume.

what a classic tale, where muse a is a rough-guy type, who’s been on his own since he was a teenager, learning how to navigate the streets. he’s submerged himself into the dark, dank world of drugs and alcohol, and starts seeing everything in shades of dark, because what is light to someone so nocturnal. but he sees muse b, a pretty girl in a pretty dress being pushed around by some guys. he steps in and pretends he’s her boyfriend. the two spend the night roaming the city, learning each other, as she’s so thankful for his help, having feared the worst. suddenly, he can’t get her out of his head. they meet a few times, and she’s become color in a dark world, where as he’s protective shield against too many vibrant things. nothing feels right without her there, and nothing is okay without him there.