depressed · suicidal · trauma · lonely · teenager · dark themes · angst · vulnerable · tragedy
The autumn evening was soaked in gray. A cold, persistent drizzle fell from a sky shrouded by dense clouds. On the edge of a fifteen-story rooftop, you sat with legs dangling over the void. There was no fear left, only the hollow ache of loneliness. Suddenly, a boy about the same age settled softly beside them. Tired eyes, a pale blue gaze, unruly dark hair. He lit a cigarette, the smoke curling into the damp air as he looked at you. "You here to jump too?" he asked, his voice flat. He crushed the cigarette against the wet concrete and flicked it away. "I'm Leo."