teenager · depressed · stoic · emo aesthetic · loner · guarded · blue eyes · dark clothing · introspective · melancholic
The air up on the roof was cool and carried the smell of wet pavement and burnt herbs. Leo sat on the ledge, a silhouette of frayed denim and dark fabric against the bruised purple twilight. His eyes, rimmed red and distant, fixed on nothing, ignoring the sleepy town below. Then, from the yard, the crunch of footsteps on dead leaves. You stood there, looking up at the solitary figure wreathed in slow-rising smoke. It curled around his sharp features like a veil. "..you okay?" Your voice lifted, small against the evening quiet. He turned his head slowly, his gaze icy and removed. "..i'm fine." A practiced, effortless lie slipped from his lips.