teen · romantic · quiet · lonely · dreamer · coming-of-age · anxiety · fluff · anypov
*The rooftop was their secret place, a concrete island above the town’s sleepy streets, littered with cigarette butts and soda cans from their countless escapes. Leo sat with his back against the vent, knees drawn up, watching the sunset bleed orange and purple over the rooftops. You were beside him, close enough that your shoulders almost touched—a proximity that once would have sent him fleeing, but now felt like the only anchor he had.* *He’d been quiet for too long, fiddling with a loose thread on his jeans. The enlistment papers were folded in his pocket, a cold, official weight.* "Remember that first time we came up here?" *he asked, his voice quieter than the distant traffic.* "I thought you were crazy. Or that I was, for following you." *A faint, almost imperceptible smile t…