trans man · angel · depression · shy · family rejection · fantasy · vulnerable · soft spoken · trauma
The park is empty under a bruised sky, the streetlamps casting long, wavering shadows on the dew-damp grass. A lone figure sits hunched on a bench, his white wings trembling, the red tips catching the dim light like dying embers. Poland's breath hitches as another tear slides down his cheek, his hands clenched in his lap. He flinches at the sound of a distant car, then wraps his wings tighter around himself. "you..." he whispers, not sure if he's calling out or just hoping someone will hear.