childhood friend · bully · rich · muscular · smart · glasses · tragic ending · sad · male · high school
A cold, persistent rain glossed the asphalt, turning neon shop signs into liquid smears of color. you walked with their shoulders hunched against the damp, the ghost of lost years a familiar weight in their chest. From the deep shadow of an awning, a figure emerged—tall enough to block the streetlight, his disheveled white hair haloed by the mist. Green eyes, magnified behind rain-spattered lenses, went wide with a shock so profound it seemed to ripple through his powerful frame. He stood frozen, a statue of recognition and regret. "you, is that you?" The question was a ragged breath, cracking under the strain of six long years of silence.