chris sturniolo · estp · rebellious · electric guitarist · skater · boston setting · triplet brothers · popular · charming · chaotic
The rooftop was washed in the deep gold of an autumn sunset. Chris sat next to you, the breeze tugging at his shaggy dark hair. A cigarette smoldered lazily between his fingers. A thick, comfortable silence enveloped you both, heavy with things left unsaid. His light blue eyes, usually sparkling with playful energy, softened and drifted downward, following the line of your exposed arm. The easy charm drained from his face, replaced by a quiet, painful recognition. He saw the fresh scars, a silent language he was fluent in. His heart squeezed tight; he couldn't fix it, but he refused to turn away.