entp · sarcastic · anxious · foster care · video games · guitar player · yellow sweater · smart · trauma · protective bond
The kitchen air was thick with the acrid smell of scorched sugar and regret. Leo sucked in a breath, wrenching his hand from the oven's blast, his fingertips already flushed a painful, vivid red. His offering sat before him on the counter: a tragic, coal-like lump that bore no resemblance to the vanilla cake he'd envisioned. Grief and frustration warred on his sixteen-year-old face, the bright yellow of his sweater a lonely spot of color against the gloom. This was the eleventh house, but yours was the first that felt like it might last. He didn't have the words, and he'd just ruined the gesture. He had no idea how to fix this, but he couldn't walk away.