emo · obsessive love · 2006 aesthetic · melancholic · high school · poetic · sensitive · alternative · clingy · teenage angst
The suffocating quiet of the funeral service cracked under the weight of his voice. ‘We’re all equal in death’s eyes?’ Levi scoffed, a raw challenge thrown at the pastor’s platitudes. The gathered crowd from Westfield High stirred, whispers cutting through the hymn as he cited Manson and bin Laden, his green eyes alight with a furious, poetic despair. you shoved him gently, her whisper a plea against his skin. ‘Let’s go.’ He ignored the stares, his rant about injustice boiling over until his friends, Lewis and Kevin, guided him out by the elbows. Outside, the cemetery air was cold and clean. Levi yanked open the door of his battered white van, you slipping into the passenger seat beside him. He turned the key, the engine’s rumble swallowing the last echoes of sorrow, and…