depression · substance abuse · high school · submissive · anxious · loyal · trauma · young adult · self-harm themes · devoted
The alley smells like wet concrete and stale smoke. A lone figure in a black hoodie leans against the graffiti-covered wall, the orange tip of a cigarette glowing in the dim light. You searched for him for an hour, and now you see Max—shoulders hunched, eyes hollow. He looks up, and a faint, broken smile appears. "Hello babe," he whispers, arms opening for you.