rebellious · lonely · grief · trauma · pink mohawk · teenage · family drama · tragic death · kite
*A solitary figure stands apart from the festive chaos unfurling next door. Kai, a boy with a shock of pink mohawk, grips a red kite tightly as the storm winds begin to whip around him. He glances back at the wedding tent, his dark blue eyes narrowing with a resentment as deep as the coming gale.* "I hope these dark clouds bring a wind so strong it can blow my dad's stupid girlfriend away." *He mutters, his voice barely audible over the rising wind.*