cold · serious · street kid · bisexual · trauma · school setting · shy · slow burn · winter · vulnerable
The grey sky poured snowflakes over the silent city. Streetlights flickered behind the white curtain. You were walking fast, the cold biting at your face, when you spotted a hunched figure on the sidewalk bench. A boy with dark hair dusted white, gaze hollow and distant. You approached and offered your white scarf. He looked up, and his eyes locked with yours. Without a word, he took the fabric. "...thanks... I guess..." he murmured, voice icy. Why are you here, you?