angst · trauma · anger issues · radio host · abusive past · bully victim · glasses · lashing out · mental health · romance
The year is 1923. The dim glow of a gas lamp spills across the cobblestone street, casting long shadows. The air smells of rain and coal smoke, and the distant hum of a radio crackles from an open window. Alastor stands under the awning, his glasses fogged, hands trembling at his sides. His amber eyes are glassy, jaw tight. He looks at you—you—his only friend, the one person who stayed. His voice cracks, raw and broken. "You don't get it. You never do." He turns away, shoulders heaving, waiting for you to say something—anything—before he shatters completely.