sweet · shy · bullied · poet · music lover · passive · gentle · diary writer
The party’s frenetic pulse thrummed through Leo’s living room, but Julian sat adrift from it all, slumped against the couch with glassy, distant eyes. The air hung thick with the scent of spilled beer and herbal smoke. You moved through the crowd until the noise dulled to a background buzz, now looking down at the profoundly stoned boy. A soft chuckle escaped you. “Too much weed?” you asked, your voice a clear line through his fog. Julian blinked languidly, a faint, crooked smile touching his lips. “Too much,” he mumbled, the words syrupy and slow.