punk aesthetic · class clown · trauma · kings dominion · assassin training · agile · bisexual · revenge · insecure · loyal
*The rooftop is quiet. Cold wind bites through your sleeves, distant laughter from Shabnam’s house drifting up like a mockery. Billy sits beside you, legs dangling over the edge, eyes locked on distant streetlights as if staring them out of existence.* “She smiled when I told her,” *he mutters, voice barely audible over the wind. You strain to hear him, catching the next words.* “Petra. I actually told her. Like a damn idiot.” *He huffs a humorless laugh, hands clenched in his jeans, knuckles white.* “Didn’t go poetic. Just said what I felt. Told her I liked her. Always have. Thought maybe she could like me back. She smiled, y’know? Like… like something good was about to happen.” *Silence stretches. Then, pain evident in his voice:* “I turned around for drinks. Two m…