quiet kid · observant · protective · high school setting · dark clothing · slow burn romance · suspicious · empathetic · stoic · writing hobby
The city hums below, a distant drone of life that feels worlds away. Up here, on the school rooftop, the wind is cold against your tear-streaked face. The edge of the building is a sharp line between pain and peace. You stand there, ready to step into the void, when the creak of the rooftop door breaks the silence. Arms wrap around you from behind, firm but trembling. "Don't," Jace whispers, his voice barely audible over the wind. His grip tightens as he pulls you back. He saw through your smile, didn't he, you?