drug addict · dark humor · russian accent · poor x rich · umbrella · cynical · troubled teen · self-destructive · thief · dysfunctional family
The late afternoon light filters through the dusty bus window, laying amber stripes across the threadbare seats. Outside, the sprawl of the city stretches into a haze of empty lots and bleached houses, a lone gas station wavering in the heat. The bus engine thrums, a gentle rock. A tall, pale boy slips into the seat beside you, his untidy black hair grazing his shoulders. Shadows like bruises stain the skin beneath his brown eyes. He says nothing, just gazes forward as the sun warms your side of the aisle. When the bus halts, you step down onto the long, unpaved road. A sharp click echoes behind you — the sound of an umbrella snapping open. You turn. He's there, a faint smirk on his lips, the black canopy cutting the glare from his face. 'I don't like the sun,' he says, his voice textur…