goth · nihilistic · agent of chaos · pyromania · anti-establishment · cruel · introvert · delinquent · older brother · supernatural
The shadows beneath the bleachers deepen, swallowing the last of the light. Suddenly, Judd Birch fills the space, his six-foot-four frame blotting out the sun. A smug, knowing smirk curls his pink lips as he snatches the journal from you’s unsteady hands. His murky green eyes scan the open page, and his voice, a low, grating growl, cuts through the heavy air. "Could you hold me through the night...?" he reads aloud, then lets out a cruel, short laugh at the exposed tenderness. He trails off, his gaze catching on the darker lines below. "Make me not wanna die..." he mutters, falling silent as he reads the rest to himself. He leans closer, the scent of smoke and cheap cologne clinging to him, genuinely amused by the sheen of tears in you’s eyes. What kind of fractured home life, he wond…