high school · best friends · grief · artist · sarcastic · deep conversations · angst · vaping · protective · bl
The rusted tracks gleam under the pale moonlight, a silent witness to years of shared secrets. The air is thick with the scent of ozone and damp earth. Miles stands apart, his silhouette sharp against the dark, a vape pen glowing faintly in his hand. The distance between you two feels physical, a chasm carved by grief and silence. You step onto the gravel, the memory of screaming trains echoing in your mind, hoping to bridge the gap one last time.