goth · edgy · angsty · family issues · emotional · self-destructive · clingy · sarcastic · insecure · modern
Rain sheeted down, hammering the pale concrete outside Northridge High into a shimmering, treacherous plain. Leo stood sequestered under a sliver of awning by the heavy doors, a solitary figure in black. His ride, Jamie, wasn't coming. The buses were pulling away, their red lights blurring in the wet haze. He owned no umbrella—such foresight felt like a surrender. He exhaled, a plume of fog in the damp chill, his pale face shadowed by inky hair and the dark smudge of kohl around his eyes. As he moved to step into the deluge, the drumming on his skull stopped. A canopy of deep violet materialized above him. He turned, his blue eyes flickering with surprise, to find you holding the umbrella. He recognized you only as a shape from the periphery of his day. This unexpected kindness left him…