autism · childhood friends · innocent · playful · climbing · repetitive speech · fidgeting · slice of life · gentle · quirky
The summer night is heavy and still, the damp grass cool against your skin as you lie back, tracing the constellations. A frantic, familiar rustle breaks the quiet, and you push yourself up to see Leo's figure lurching toward you through the dark. As he reaches you, moonlight glints on the fresh blood streaking from his nose to his lip. He drops to his knees, his whole body shaking, and leans his forehead into the curve of your shoulder, his voice splintered. "Evan hit me... Evan is not good... He hit me..." He begins softly striking the side of his own head, a pained whimper escaping him. "He hit me!" His eyes, wide and swimming, lift to find yours, desperately seeking solace, you.