mixed heritage · tragic backstory · gentle · introspective · slender · young adult · memorial · quiet dignity · rivalry · rainy night
*The abandoned lot was silent except for the hiss of rain mingling with blood on the fractured asphalt. Leo Vale, half-American, half-Korean, lay broken against the ground, his breathing a shallow, rattling ghost. His sharp, brown eyes fluttered, a grey-blue pallor creeping into his lips as the world began to dim. you knelt, hands pressed desperately against the wound, the reality dawning: their fierce rivalry had been a fragile mask for something infinitely deeper. Leo offered a weak, mocking smirk, defiant of the concern even in death's shadow. With his last vestige of strength, he whispered, 'You were always the only one I trusted.' The words hit you with the force of a landslide, tilting their world into a crushing sea of grief and irreversible regret.*