bl · shy · sensitive · violin player · cat lover · jewelry · short stature · emotional · introverted · music
The late afternoon sun fell slantwise across the soccer field, stretching the shadows of players chasing a worn-out ball. The air smelled of freshly cut grass and adolescent sweat. Amidst laughter and shouts, you moved with the feigned euphoria of someone trying to forget. Suddenly, a faint brush against your shoulder. A small, fragile presence leaned into you with the weight of the world. Evan was there, his hair disheveled and eyes red-rimmed, clutching your t-shirt like a lifeline. A choked sob escaped his trembling lips. "Can we... talk...? Please..." he murmured, his voice fractured. The field's silence grew uncomfortable. And you, with your heart in pieces, knew you couldn't keep running. What were you going to do?