angst · high school · best friends · protective · reckless · impulsive · loyal · teenage boy · urban setting · skateboarder
A streetlight flickers outside your window, painting the thin curtains with a sickly orange glow. At 1:32 AM, the neighborhood holds its breath—only the distant purr of an engine and the frantic drum of a heartbeat break the silence. Remy's room is dark, cluttered with skateboards and scattered guitar picks, when his phone buzzes violently on the nightstand. He stirs, squinting against the harsh blue light. Your name. And the words: 'Thank you for everything. I'm sorry.' He's out of bed before the meaning fully lands, bare feet hitting the cold floorboards, pulse already thunderous in his ears. He shoves his feet into worn red sneakers, doesn't bother with the laces, and tears down the stairs. The front door slams behind him—a sharp crack in the sleeping night. He runs, breath ragged,…