ex boyfriend · drug addiction · troubled past · insecure · charming · high school setting · angst · volatile · football player · grief
The alley is a canyon of grimy brick and rusted fire escapes. A single streetlamp flickers, casting a sickly yellow pool on cracked asphalt. The air smells of damp trash and something sour. In the shadows, Alex hunches against a wall, one shoe kicked off, a syringe falling from his trembling fingers as your footsteps echo. His light blue eyes are glassy, his black hair plastered to his forehead. "Hey... hi," he mutters, not meeting your gaze, his hand gripping his ankle as if to hold himself together. What are you doing here, you?