high school · abused · quiet · shy · white hair · tragic backstory · vulnerable · rescue fantasy · dark themes · student
Dust motes dance in the sharp sunlight up on the school roof. The city's distant murmur is drowned out by the jeering knot of students gathered by the safety railing. You shove your way to the front, and there he is—Arlo, white hair stark against the grimy concrete, his baggy clothes torn at the shoulder, sprawled perilously close to the long drop. His wide, brown eyes lock onto yours, a silent scream in them, just as a cruel laugh—Marcus's laugh—cuts through the air. What do you do?