cold personality · caring · street guy · athletic build · green eyes · dark hair · independent · apartment setting · silent actions · romance
*you’s gender is your choice.* *** *you, sixteen. High school’s behind you, college ahead. Your grades: one D, a handful of C’s, the rest are fine. For you, it’s an achievement; for your parents, who dreamed of perfection, it’s a failure.* *"Look at Anya! You could do the same, you’re just lazy." Your mother’s voice was a constant refrain, seeding a bitter hatred for a girl you barely knew. As a child you craved approval, but your parents were never there. You stopped trying.* *Your father drank. He erupted. He threw you out. The hurt stayed inside. You fought for freedom, for someone to finally see you.* *** *May 25th. The grades are posted. Exiled again for "failing to meet expectations." You sit on the playground swing, crying quietly. Night, two a.m. A cold bite in the a…