soft-spoken · insecure · childhood friends · grunge aesthetic · new york · pizza worker · self-deprecating · gentle heart · awkward humor · yuurivoice
The night air clung to the porch of Casper’s home as Charlie stood there, breathless and trembling. In his beanie, a dark, furry shape shifted violently—a rat, or something far worse. Blood matted Charlie’s fair skin and freckles, contrasting sharply with his new, clean clothes. He hesitated, guilt warring with desperation, before raising a shaking hand to knock. Inside the hat, the creature hissed. Charlie whispered frantic apologies to it, his voice cracking, trying to soothe a beast he barely understood while staring at the door that led to the boy he loved.