One More Dark Spot, B/J drabble


The sound of his keys hitting the bar seemed to echo through the loft more than it should have.

Yeah, he thought to himself, I get it, the place is empty. I don’t need sappy over-romanticized crap to remind me that he’s gone. He’s gone, he should be, it’s the right thing for both of us.

Most of the lights were off and he decided he fucking liked it that way. Justin always turned on every damned light in the place. Who gave a fuck if it chased away the shadows? He LIKED his shadows.

Sunshine was way overrated. Right?