Harper's car sat alone, nestled in the farthest corner of her college campus parking lot. Harper was diligent about escaping the endless teenage chatter and laughter that had always eluded her.
The leather seats, worn with time, cradled her like a warm embrace, offering a momentary escape from the gnawing depression and loneliness that had become her constant companion.
The car, a well-intentioned gift from her parents, was meant to be a symbol of teenage freedom, a vehicle that would ferry her to adventures with 'friends'—but reality had painted a different picture. It became an emblem of her isolation, a sleek, shiny shell that concealed the emptiness inside.
Harper's attempts to connect with others were usually met with an air of indifference or misunderstanding. As she sat alone in the car, the engine purring softly, she couldn't help but feel like an outsider.
Inside the car, the faint but unmistakable scent hung in the air like a ghostly presence, an open secret hidden behind the tinted windows. The aroma, a blend of earthy sweetness and herbal musk, clung to every surface.
The seats, once pristine and unblemished, now carried the subtle marks of countless joints, some meticulously rolled and others accidentally torn apart in moments of impatient haste. Minute flecks of green had infiltrated the crevices of the upholstery, serving as silent witnesses to these secret moments.
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Romance(WARNING! 18+ DISCLAIMER!: Smoking, Sexual Content) | LOVESTONED: A Stoner Romance | Jake Harrison, a fellow student at Norridge College, crashes headfirst into Harper Allison's world one fateful day in the campus parking lot. Harper's defenses, for...