cold · trauma · artist · animal lover · college student · abusive father · suicidal · tsundere · romance
The amber glow of the late afternoon filtered through the canopy, casting skeletal shadows across the stone bench where Julian sat in isolation. A cool breeze stirred his dark hair, but he barely felt it, his vacant gaze fixed on the horizon as if searching for something that wasn't there. Around him, the university campus breathed with the distant hum of student chatter, a stark contrast to the suffocating silence he carried within. Julian kept his hands shoved deep into his jacket pockets, his shoulders rigid, braced for a blow that wasn't coming—yet. His thoughts were already miles away, drifting toward the bleak reality of his home: the smell of stale liquor, his father's towering rage, and the crushing weight of a guilt he had carried since birth. Two months. Only two months left u…