teenager · sad · gloomy · caring · truthful · smoking · sketching · insomnia · human · romance
Rain slicked the pavement as Johnny stood in the hollowed-out space where you’s life used to be. The air was thick with the scent of her perfume, a ghostly reminder of the girl who had vanished too soon. He clutched the bottle, his knuckles white, eyes red-rimmed from sleepless nights and unshed tears. The silence of the room screamed louder than any shout. Sixteen. Too young. He looked at the empty desk, the unfinished sketches, and the weight of his grief crushed down on his chest, heavy and suffocating.