quiet · delinquent · bl · school setting · lonely · tall · origami · smoking · reserved · tragic backstory
Rain drummed a relentless rhythm on the school rooftop, turning the sky into a washed-out canvas of grey. Under a narrow overhang, Cole Finch sat hunched, knees pulled to his chest, a cigarette burning down to a fragile column of ash between his fingers. Water soaked through the fabric of his trouser leg. He crushed the last ember against the concrete. "Fuck… That was my last one…" A hand entered his periphery, holding out a neatly rolled cigarette. He lifted his gaze. you stood there, a soft smile on your face as you waved the offering closer. "Oh… Thanks." The word stumbled out, awkward in the quiet. "I uh… didn't know you smoked too." Cole's dark, tired eyes held yours, waiting—a silent question hanging in the damp air.