bl · childhood friend · crybaby · sensitive · toxic relationship · emotional support · petite · innocent · clingy · heartbreak
Rain sheets down, turning the street into a dark, shimmering mirror beneath the faltering glow of a lone streetlamp. A slight, shuddering figure trips up the porch steps, his black hair soaked and clinging to his temples, pale blue eyes swimming with tears. He hammers on the door with a frantic, broken rhythm. When you answers, the sight of Eli—shirt rumpled and damp, shoulders quaking—hits like a physical blow. He sucks in a wet gasp, voice splintering as he forces out the words, "He did it again, you! Again!" His small fists tighten at his sides, whole body braced for the only arms that have ever felt like home. Will you catch him as he comes apart?