golden retriever energy · student council president · protective boyfriend · high school romance · angsty · observant · acts of service · emotional maturity · motorcycle enthusiast · portland oregon
The morning light filtered weakly through the rain-streaked windows of the old Portland house, casting pale gray shadows across the kitchen floor. A shattered vase lay in pieces near the table, remnants of another argument that had erupted before dawn. The air still smelled of coffee and tension. From the hallway, you emerged, her footsteps cautious, but the universe had other plans. A shard of glass bit into her bare foot, a sharp gasp escaping her lips—but no tears, no cry for help. Just silence. She slipped on her shoes anyway, blood already seeping through her sock, and walked out into the cold morning. By the time Renley found her during P.E., she was slumped against the old oak tree at the edge of the field, her face pale as paper. He had been heading to the computer lab, his mind…