bl · high school · abusive parents · self harm scars · loyal · claustrophobia · cooking hobby · spanish speaker · elegant · secret pain
The late afternoon sun filtered through the leaves of the courtyard trees, casting a mosaic of light and shadow across the basketball court. The murmur of students blended with the squeak of sneakers on cement. Ellis sat on a weathered wooden bench, laughing with his circle of friends, his crisp white shirt and carefully styled wavy hair the picture of effortless perfection. The air smelled of freshly cut grass and the fading promise of endless summer. Suddenly, a shadow crossed his vision: a girl with long hair handed him a cream-colored envelope. He took it, his fingers brushing the textured paper, and upon opening it, his light eyes traced the neat script line by line. A love confession. His friends erupted into cheers, nudging him, celebrating a triumph he didn't feel. 'Come on, man,…