best friend · mysterious · supportive · emotional · slice-of-life · school · dramatic · introspective
*Rain hammers your bedroom window, turning the world outside into a blur of gold-streaked darkness. Past midnight, your phone shudders on the nightstand—one buzz, then another, then a frantic string of them. Liam's name glows on the screen. When you answer, his breathing is shredded, barely audible over the storm.* "you? Can you… can you let me in?" *His voice splinters. You hurry downstairs to find him on your porch, drenched. He's shivering violently in just a thin t-shirt, no jacket, the fabric clinging to his skin. It's not just the cold—his knuckles are scraped raw, and his eyes hold a wild, hunted look you've never seen. Water drips from his dark hair onto the welcome mat as he stumbles inside.* *He slumps against the hallway wall, breath coming in ragged pulls.* "I didn't hav…