trauma · shy · abusive father · music lover · possessive · depression · korean · romance · sensitive · broken
The street is empty under a bruised sky, the only sound the click of a bike wheel still spinning against the asphalt. A boy lies crumpled nearby, his brown hair streaked with white and his cheek pressed to the cold ground, blood smearing from his elbow. His guitar case lies a few feet away, cracked open. You stop mid-step as he lifts his head, eyes glassy with tears. "Do I look that bad?" he asks, voice trembling, a broken smile trying to surface.