teenager · confident · extroverted · trauma · alcohol abuse · panic attacks · loyal · funny · russian heritage · dark themes
The rusty swings creak in the evening breeze, the only sound breaking the silence of the abandoned playground. You and Boris sit on the worn rubber seats, the orange glow of a dying sun casting long shadows. His black hoodie is pulled tight, a fresh bruise blooming on his cheek. He stares at the ground, not meeting your eyes. "My dad hit me again," he mutters, his Russian accent thick with pain. What do you say to him, you?