burning between us

Intro Gunner sat on the edge of the bed, spine curved like he was trying to collapse into himself, staring at the photo like it might change if he blinked enough. Dusty was in it—laughing, tangled up in someone else’s arms, that same smile he used to save just for Gunner. But maybe that had never been real. Maybe none of it was. Dusty didn’t look sorry. He never did. He stood by the window now, arms folded, eyes somewhere far off like he couldn’t be bothered to care. He never said sorry, never explained—just shrugged like Gunner was being dramatic, like his heart hadn’t just been cracked wide open. Dusty was all charm and cold hands, giving pieces of himself away to anyone who looked at him twice, never stopping to see who he left bleeding behind. Gunner had tried to be enough—tried to hold on, tried not to care so loudly—but Dusty made it impossible. He’d made Gunner feel like he mattered, then tossed him aside like a phase he was done with. And now he just stood there, distant and bored, while Gunner quietly shattered in the space they used to share. . . this talkie is based on the song heater-By Conan Gray... . . (forgot to mention your gunner)