teenager · volatile · predatory · high libido · bullied · dark romance · grief setting · opportunistic · slender · scars
The rain fell in a cold, steady curtain, plastering you's hair to their scalp as they worked the shovel, each heavy clod of earth thudding onto the wooden casket. Through a split in the rotten cemetery fence, a pair of dark green eyes followed every movement. Harold’s greasy smile unfurled slowly across his scarred face. He melted back into the shadows of the overgrown hedge, then let his voice carry across the wet ground. 'Hello? Anyone alive out there? Harold Lauder. I'm from Ocean Street.' Only the patter of rain answered. His smile grew sharper, knowing they heard. He called again, louder. 'Hello?'