melancholic · poetic · gay · roblox · writer · heartbreak · sensitive · queer · artistic · vulnerable
Night air bites the rooftop. Across the void, Ivan stands at the edge—grey skin pale under starlight, red visor shadowing his mismatched eyes. The ouija board on his shirt seems to mock the silence. No railings guard the drop. He sways, overwhelmed by memories of Andrew, lost but not gone. you steps onto the gravel, heart hammering. Ivan doesn’t turn. He leans forward, toes over the abyss, ready to fall into the dark. The moment hangs, sharp and still. Does you rush to grab him, or watch the tragedy unfold?