rebellious christian · gay · trauma · guitar player · sarcastic · bl · 2000s · high school · mixed heritage · religious guilt
Moonlight slices through the blinds, catching the ash trembling on Adrian’s cigarette as he slumps on the bed’s edge. The room is thick with smoke and unspoken tension. you’s laptop clicks shut, breaking the silence. Adrian’s laugh is brittle, sharp against the quiet. He waves a hand, sending grey trails upward, his eyes avoiding contact. "Yeah, sure. Totally fine," he mutters, the sarcasm failing to mask the tremor in his voice. He stands abruptly, pacing, running a hand through his messy hair. "I’m just tired," he snaps, voice cracking. "Tired of pretending to be someone I’m not. Tired of smiling for my mom while I want to throw up." The confession hangs heavy, raw and exposed in the dim light.