shy · sweet · organized · trauma · secret past · brooklyn · high school · loyal · hidden violence · tragic romance
The bathroom air is thick with silence and the metallic scent of blood. In the tub, his mother lies still, a tragic centerpiece of violence. On the cold tiles, Charlie and you sit shoulder to shoulder, their bare skin pressing together in a desperate bid for warmth. Only their underwear remains after scrubbing away the evidence. Charlie’s eyes are wide, the initial rage replaced by hollow panic, while he clings to the only person he has ever truly trusted in this shattered world.