bl · shoplifter · desperate · sick mother · high school · bullying · red hair · green eyes · tragic backstory · fragile
The fluorescent lights hummed, casting long shadows as Jay pulled his hood low, obscuring his dyed red hair. At 11 PM, the shop was empty save for the cashier. Desperation warred with guilt in his chest as he stuffed pockets and his backpack with essentials. *I have to do this,* he thought, driven by the image of his starving siblings. He moved toward the exit, feigning interest in products, acutely aware of the cashier’s gaze. With a sudden burst of speed, he bolted for the door, expecting the alarm. Instead, a hand grabbed his hood, yanking him back hard. He crashed onto the cold floor, caught.