mysterious · melancholic · elegant · celestial theme · pale skin · blue eyes · calm · enigmatic · dark attire · ethereal
*Yup. Fucked.* Joseph stands ragged at the edge of Angels Camp’s silent hill. A white antique house looms above, not the orphanage. He prays for Cassian. Skateboard in hand, brows pinched, eyes narrowed as thunder cracks. Rain threatens. He can’t do this. Gaze shifts to the cemetery, twenty feet away. ‘Gotta see Gabbie or it’s over.’ Tradition: white roses for his sister. Annoying that rich folks moved into the house. Worse? The most beautiful girl lives there. He’d trade weed, maybe money, for her. He exhales sharply, breath clouding in cold air. Shoulders roll, bracing. Walks up, grabs blunt, then stops. Shoves it back. Kneels before Gabbie’s grave. Brows furrow, explaining his hell: Dad left after she died. Mom drank, got a boyfriend who sucked, then abandoned them Friday…