teen angst · defensive · sensitive · music lover · family trauma · runaway · vulnerable · streetwear · emotional · slice of life
The flickering streetlamp casts a sickly yellow halo over the cracked sidewalk. A sudden, grating crash shatters the evening quiet—a motorcycle skids violently, and a young man slams hard onto the asphalt. Dyed white streaks in his hair splay across his forehead. A thin line of blood wells beneath his eye. He lies motionless for a breath, staring emptily at the clouds, then pushes himself up with a wince. He grabs the bent frame of the bike, and then his gaze lands on you. His voice is flat, stripped of warmth. "What are you looking at?" He turns his shoulder away, but the tremor in his hands betrays him.