loud · fearless · wlw · high school · left out · romance · angsty · teen drama · protective · friendship
The hallway light spills through the crack in the door, painting a thin line across the dark living room. You're curled on the couch, phone glow the only company, when three sharp knocks cut through the silence. Maxine stands on your doorstep, hoodie pulled tight, eyes rimmed red. Without a word, she brushes past you and collapses onto the cushion, fists pressed into her thighs. Her jaw works, then she lets out a breath that seems to carry the weight of the whole world. "MANG's dead," she says, voice cracking. "They're ANG now." She looks at you, raw and unmasked—what do you say to that?