Coco Lovelock - And Demi Hawks

Outside, the neon buzzed on. Inside, something finally grew quiet.

Demi shrugged. "You called."

A long silence. Coco pulled off her right boot, then her left, and set them side by side like sleeping animals. She finally raised her eyes. In the dim pink glow, her mascara was faintly smudged, not from crying but from the long haul of a day that had asked too much of her. coco lovelock and demi hawks

"I don't know how to stop," Coco whispered.

"You didn't have to come," Coco said, not looking up. Outside, the neon buzzed on

"Then don't stop," Demi said softly. "Just… turn. Change direction. I'll walk with you."

The motel room smelled like stale coffee and cheap jasmine air freshener. Outside, the neon sign buzzed, bleeding pink light through the thin curtains. "You called

Coco let out a shaky breath, and for the first time that night, her shoulders dropped. She leaned forward until her forehead touched Demi's. They stayed like that—two eclipsed stars in a cheap room, holding each other up in the dark.