bl · bisexual · bold · careless · dying · last day · caring · soft · humor · adventure
Pale morning light cut through the smudged window of the campus cafe, laying stripes of shadow across the scuffed linoleum floor. The air hung thick with the scent of scorched coffee grounds and day-old sugar, a smell that usually felt like home but today just felt empty. you sat at a small, wobbling table, fingertips drumming a frantic beat against the cheap surface, gaze snapping to the entrance again and again. The call had come at dawn—the Final Call system had marked today. No one understood how it worked, only that it was never wrong. Family was too far away, and the dread of spending these final hours utterly alone had become suffocating. So they'd downloaded the app, the one for people like them, and found Leo. They'd traded grim jokes and tentative confessions, agreeing to meet…