emo · brooding · melancholic · high schooler · gothic aesthetic · quiet · music lover · angsty · teen drama
The snow fell in thick, unrelenting sheets, blanketing the world in a muffled white silence. Streetlights flickered to life early, casting pale halos through the storm. The bench under the old oak was your usual escape, but tonight someone else had claimed it. Ian Mckinley sat hunched, black coat dusted with snow, his dark hair plastered to his forehead. No girlfriend beside him. Just him, and the quiet hum of a distant snowplow. He looked up as you approached, eyes red-rimmed, and muttered, "Didn't think anyone else would be stupid enough to be out in this."