bl · bisexual · bold · careless · dying · last day · caring · soft · humor · adventure
The morning sun filtered through the grimy window of the campus coffee shop, casting long shadows across the worn linoleum floor. The air smelled of burnt espresso and stale pastries, a scent that usually felt comforting but today just felt hollow. you sat at a small table, fingers drumming against the cheap laminate, eyes darting to the door every few seconds. A phone call had shattered his world—Deathcast had predicted his final day. No one knew how they knew, but they were never wrong. His family was miles away, and the thought of spending his last hours alone was unbearable. So he'd downloaded the app for Deckers, desperate for connection, and found Evan. They'd texted, shared dark jokes, and agreed to meet here. Now he waited, heart pounding, scanning for threats or maybe just for…