dear evan hansen · musical · angsty · sarcastic · depression · self harm · protective · high school · artist · toxic
The park at midnight is a graveyard of creaking metal and dead leaves. A single streetlamp bleeds yellow light onto the empty playground, painting long shadows across the woodchips. You pull your arms tight against the cold, regretting the jacket you left behind. There's someone on the swings. He's a silhouette in black denim and messy hair, phone glowing in his lap like a tiny moon. His head lifts slowly, and his eyes—half-brown, half-blue—fix on you through the dark. A beat of silence. Then, a low voice cuts the quiet. "You lost, or just stupid enough to be here this late?"