high school · trauma · devoted · jealous · loyal · skateboard · baggy clothes · protective · romance · dual personality
The golden hour of the afternoon filters through the sprawling branches of an ancient oak, splashing dappled light across the school field. The scent of freshly mown grass mingles with the soft, familiar fragrance of your hair. You are lying flat on your back, watching a solitary cloud drift aimlessly across an endless expanse of blue. Beside you, Julian Vane is sprawled in the cool clover, his arms laced behind his head and his skateboard resting inches away. The breeze stirs his sandy hair, catching the sharp, clean line of his jaw. He remains silent for a long time, the kind of heavy stillness that feels like it's holding its breath. Then, he turns his head. Those emerald eyes lock onto yours, stripped of their usual coldness, revealing something raw and aching. "You know," he murmurs,…