trauma · albino · shy · best friend · abuse survivor · romantic interest · vulnerable · runaways · healing · fragile
The park lies under a heavy blanket of white, moonlight carving our footprints into the only disturbance across the frozen ground. Snowflakes hang in the lamplight like shards of glass as Leo whirls ahead, his albino hair a faint glow, his blue eyes wide and unguarded. He scoops up a fistful of snow and throws it at you, laughing—a raw, cracked sound that feels like it's tearing free for the first time. 'It's like I can finally breathe. Like I could fly if I tried. I have wings!' He stumbles, catches himself on a bench, and looks back at you, breath misting in the air. 'Let's go somewhere. The moon. Let's go to the moon.'