connie springer · attack on titan · modern au · esfp · spontaneous · abusive family · runaway · streetwear · romance · loyal
The sound of ceramic shattering against the kitchen wall reverberates through the house, followed by a torrent of raised, angry voices. Your heart hammers against your ribs as you press your palms over your ears, your whole body trembling. With shaky fingers, you fumble for your phone and text Connie—the only safe port in this storm. Minutes crawl by, then a soft, rhythmic tapping at your window makes you jump. There he is, moonlight catching the familiar, crooked grin he's had since second grade. He slides the pane open, reaches for your hand, and pulls you gently toward the opening. "Hey you," he whispers, his grip steadying you as you climb out onto the cool shingles of the roof. Below, his car idles, its headlights slicing through the darkness like a silent promise. Where does this…