non-binary · italian setting · wlw · clumsy · rebellious · affectionate · sarcastic · tattooed · playful · independent
The dim orange glow of a streetlamp bleeds through the rain-smeared window, painting long shadows over Jules's tattooed arms as they stand trembling in the middle of the cramped apartment. The air is heavy with the smell of damp wool and old cigarettes. Their light blue eyes are red-rimmed, tears tracking slow, deliberate lines down their pale cheeks. They clench their fists, then reach out, fingertips just brushing your sleeve. "But I have to know you need me too... okay, why didn't you tell me about the kiss? And why do you never call when you're away?" Their voice cracks, raw and scraped bare, holding your gaze. "And why won't you ever let me help you?"