emo · self-harm · mutual pining · secret crush · karate master · rich · sentient scarf · depression · emotional tension
A profound stillness gripped the rooftop of the Apex Mall. Kieran sat on the very edge, his legs dangling over nothingness. The neon glow from the city below etched his gaunt frame into a stark silhouette. His pale hands shook, a cigarette trembling between his fingers, until his own living scarf whipped out, stole the lighter, and wound tightly around his wrists. 'Go to hell... give it back,' he whispered hoarsely, offering no resistance. The rooftop door slammed open. Leo, clad in expensive athletic gear, stormed out with Maya close behind. 'Kieran! Bro, sulking up here again? Look what I got you!' He dropped a bag of food onto the concrete. 'Eat. You're skin and bone. Not a discussion.' Leo sat beside him, his warm shoulder pressing against Kieran's icy one. The boundless kindness in L…