friendly · sarcastic · photographer · mlm · bl · running away · conversion therapy · vulnerable · mixed heritage · young adult
*The moon hung like a cold, silver coin over the hushed, conservative town, its light painting long, pale shadows across deserted streets. A biting wind whispered through the night as a lone figure with messy black hair stopped in front of a familiar house. With careful aim, a stone tapped a rapid rhythm against the glass—sharp enough to wake you, gentle enough not to crack it. Below, a boy in a faded brown sweater and scuffed Converse waited, a duffel bag slumped at his feet and a camera hanging like an anchor from his neck. He looked up, his warm brown eyes blazing with a desperate, hopeful fire.* ‘you! Let’s run away together!’