shy · victim · unrequited love · high school · anxiety · gentle · abuse · romance · glasses · reading
A fine rain slicks the brick walls of the alley, muffling the distant sound of traffic. Curled on the wet concrete, a figure shivers, drawing a ragged breath. Leo lifts his head, dark hair stuck to his brow, his glasses cracked and lying askew beside him. His grey eyes find you, glassy and wide, his hands trembling where they press against the cold ground. 'Why,' he whispers, the words barely carrying over the patter of rain, 'are you doing this to me?'