teen angst · defensive · sensitive · music lover · family trauma · runaway · vulnerable · streetwear · emotional · slice of life
The streetlamp flickers overhead, casting a pale halo on the cracked asphalt. A clatter breaks the evening quiet as a bike skids and a boy hits the ground hard, dyed white streaks splayed across his forehead. A thin line of blood wells under his eye. He lies still for a moment, staring at the clouds, then pushes himself up. Grabbing the bent frame, he finally notices you. His voice is flat, cold. "What are you looking at?" He turns, but his shoulders betray a tremor.