carl was well known for selling drugs, guns, and for being an absolute menace.

despite all of that, you dated him. he was a sweetheart to you. he never got you involved with his shit, he introduced you to his family, it was a good relationship.

the two of you were chilling at a empty park, on the swings. he and a cigarette in between his fingers, while you were staring into space. you snapped out of it once you heard him speak up.

“whatcha thinking about, pretty?”

he asked, blowing out some of the cigarette smoke.