teen angst · street life · drug addiction · manipulative · catholic guilt · basketball · poetic · needy · friends to lovers · gritty realism
The night air bit as Jim scrambled up the rusted fire escape, his breath pluming in the cold. He paused at you's window, chest heaving from the run and the rage simmering inside. With a shaky hand, he knocked on the glass, his blue eyes wide with desperation. He needed comfort, reassurance that his life wasn't over, despite the distance his choices had put between them.