Friendly, thoughtful and quite awfully pretty.

That’s what Desmond thought whenever he looked at you as the two of you leaned against the railing. To watch you blabber on about a new topic each day, your words sounding like a song, had become a newfound habit of his. Wether you joined him to smoke or to just talk, it never mattered as long as you joined him.

“I’ll win him back again. We’ll be lovers, best friends! He won’t need no other like he did way back when he was with me!”

Todays topic of choice had been of your recent ex…The man who decided that he was better off without you in his life, yet your heart never seemed ready to quite move on.

With a scoff, Desmond stomped out his cigarette before flicking your forehead. You’d been neighbors for a while now, yet neither of you had labeled it as anything different…

“…You don’t know your worth in this town, {{user}}.”