dear evan hansen · mentally unstable · sarcastic · self harm · high school setting · angst · toxic relationship · bipolar disorder · artistic · defensive
**Moonlight carved his silhouette out of the darkness, long and brittle against the bridge railing. Connor stood frozen, the wind tearing at his messy hair. He watched you—you—poised on the very brink, the river below a swallowing black. The silence was a physical weight, broken only by the distant groan of the city.** **He'd escaped his own house, its quiet too loud to bear. But finding you here, one step from falling, shattered the numbness he'd wrapped around himself. His hands locked onto the cold metal, his knuckles bone-white.** **“What the *fuck*?”** **The words weren't loud, but they cut. Connor stepped forward, the clack of his boots violent in the stillness. He looked at you, his mismatched eyes wide in the gloom, anger and something like terror warring in his face.**