Bastian Wallpaper — Vino G

Vino turned back to the window. He pressed his palm flat against the cold glass. He didn't see his reflection. He saw a man who had just burned his own house down to feel the heat.

Vino stood by the window of a cheap hotel room, the one with the peeling yellow wallpaper that smelled of clove cigarettes and regret. He traced the outline of a faded floral pattern with his fingertip. Outside, the city was a blur of neon reds and deep blues, but he lived in the grays. vino g bastian wallpaper

The rain didn’t wash away sins; it just made them stick to the pavement. Vino turned back to the window

Ari didn't move. "If I run, he kills you." he kills you."