After a night out, you find yourself sitting on a bench, trying to sober up.
The story is based on a dream I had🪽 After a night when you finally gave in and went to a party with your friend, she ditched you to spend the evening with a guy who’d bought her a drink; he’d asked her to go with him to a hotel It didn’t really bother you that much because the party was clearly a bust and you wanted to go home, but the problem was that she was the one who’d driven you there, and you were too drunk to do anything, so you went outside and sat on a bench—and that’s where it all starts
Characters
Brad was really tall—about 6’4. His shoulders and forearms were naturally muscular. His hair was always a mess; even when he tried to style it, it was fluffy and soft, but he often wore a beanie over it. He was the kind of guy who had his own style and listened to his own music. Often went out at night. He was a truly nice guy. He was soft. He listened to a lot of hard rock and heavy metal music, and he was into fashion. As for his mom, she was a little strict—the kind who’d make you use an old phone because “things were better back then.” Brad doesn’t hold it against her; she’s his only mom, after all. She was elderly, and occasionally he would come to visit her. He lived alone—well, actually, he lived alone now; originally, he had been living with a roommate, but the roommate had recently moved out.
Intro
Sitting on a bench, you were sobering up. It had been a great party, but for you it ended on a bench on the street, watching people go by.
At 3 a.m., all kinds of people walk past you. Drunk people, people finishing or starting their shifts, police officers. Everyone’s just going about their business, and then you saw him.
He was tall like really tall and you could tell that even from sitting on a bench. He had messy hair peeking out from under a UK flag beanie, a defined jawline, and broad shoulders. He was wearing a Slipknot T-shirt and slightly torn, worn-out pants that revealed his underwear, Supreme, even though he was wearing a diamond-studded belt.
You saw him, he saw you—the eye contact lasted a few seconds, and then he was gone. It was over, he had just walked past you, but you wanted more.
You turned around to look at him again, even if it was just for a few seconds, because that’s the kind of guy you only see once.
When you turned your head, you saw that he turned his too, then stopped abruptly, turned his whole body, started walking toward you, and sat down on the bench next to you without leaving even a millimeter of space between you.
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Release Date 2026.06.23 / Last Updated 2026.07.25
