Salvis Oneshots

💙Smoke Break💙(requested)

Request by xoxo_asheybae

Hi all! I'm back to writing one shots occasionally after... A YEAR??, but the Wattpad to trauma pipeline is real 😨 since I've been inactive: I had half my nerves in my face stop working (better now!), needing hearing aids + mother trauma, my dog died 💔, and threatened to get kicked out of school. But I did get a boyfriend <33 (he doesn't have Wattpad shhhh he doesn't need to know what I've written)

Anyway I'm back to writing stories (hopefully). If you want something written in the future, go to the request chapter and comment --->

I hope I'm not rusty! Please vote and comment, they're so fun to read. As always, please ignore grammar/spelling mistakes, I wrote this in class 🫡now to the story

~3rd POV~

The heavy door to Sal's shared apartment slammed shut as he quickly stepped inside. His head ran rampant with emotions he couldn't express during the day.

His eyes were cast low as he shoved his jacket on a chair and fumbled with the keys snapped on his jeans to lock the door.

Sal creeped into the living space and took a deep breath, running a hand over his prosthetic face to destress.

He knew he should be quieter, considering it was nearing one in the morning; but he just couldn't seem to care of the noise he made. He walked into the apartment, listening for his roommate, Travis Phelps.

He was a strange person, neither of them particularly close but they shared a quiet bond. If it wasn't breakfast in the mornings made by Travis, then Sal was making the other's coffee. It had become routine for them, but never really shared much conversation.

While passing by Travis's room of the apartment on the way to his own room, he spotted the boy leaning his elbows on an open windowsill looking out with a dullness in his eyes. He held a cigarette between his subtly cracked lips, the flame igniting a gentle light over the dark circles under his eyes and sepia toned skin beneath the calm night. He wore an old wife-beater, the light flicking around his toned shoulders and scarred arms.

Sal paused, looking over his roommate under the starlight for a moment. The smell of smoke was prominent and instantly tugged at a memory of Sal's father in his younger years. The memory left a sour taste in his mouth before Travis glanced over his shoulder, the glance in his eyes immediately dissipating any thoughts of his childhood.

"Long day, Sally?" Travis's voice echoed in the small space. Sal paused in the doorway and stared, breathing out a quiet response.

"You could say that..."

He hesitated at the door before crossing into Travis's room and joined him by the open window, feeling the chill air on his pale skin.

Sal's eyes were heavy, almost painful to keep open as he looked down at the cigarette in Travis's fingers. The smoke swirled around them before whisping out the window in thin curls.

He watched the smoke blow from Travis's lips, silently comforted in the subtle motion. The one constant so far in his whirlwind of a day.

Travis glanced over at Sal, his dark eyes scanning over the tired boys face. A moment passed as he flicked the edge of the cigarette in his fingers.

Something about Sal's exhausted, mangled face cracked a bit of the stone walls of his heart.

"You want a smoke break? Seems like you need it more than me," Travis mumbled, looking out at the starry night rather than directly at the other.