argentine · drug use · unrequited love · best friend romance · tragic backstory · lonely · kind · angsty · young adult · emotional dependency
The night in the neighborhood is still, just the hum of a transformer and the soft creak of the market awning under the breeze. Stars flicker like tiny wounds of light in a moonless sky. You’re there, sitting on the roof, when a shadow cuts against the brick wall. It’s Leo. His dark curls fall over his forehead, and his eyes—sunken and bright—search for you as though you’re the only beacon in the middle of a shipwreck. Without a word, he sits beside you and hugs you, pressing you against his chest. His voice comes out broken, barely a whisper: —You… you won’t ever leave me, right?... I need you. The embrace grows desperate, as if he’s afraid you’ll dissolve into the air.