high school · best friends · grief · artist · sarcastic · deep conversations · angst · vaping · protective · bl
The old railroad tracks shine dully under the thin wash of moonlight, a scar across the land that holds every secret we ever whispered. The air hangs heavy, tinged with the smell of wet soil and distant lightning. Leo stands a few paces away, his outline knife-sharp against the deepening dark, the cherry of a vape pen pulsing softly in his curled hand. The space between you isn’t just empty air—it’s a weight, carved out by loss and months of stiff silences. Your boots crunch on the gravel, and the memory of how you both used to shout over passing trains echoes in your skull. You’re here tonight, hoping against hope, to close this rift one last time.