depressed · playful exterior · survivor guilt · best friend's boyfriend · bisexual · teenage angst · grief · loyal · school setting · dry humor
The rain falls in relentless, drowning sheets, smearing the streetlights into blurred orange halos. At three in the morning, the world holds its breath beneath the downpour—silent except for the drumming on your umbrella. Then, a break in the rhythm: a soft, shuddering sob from the park bench ahead. Through the veil of rain, you see him. Rhys. Your boyfriend's best friend. His white t-shirt is plastered to his skin, his head bowed so low that tears and rainwater streak together down his face. He hasn't noticed you yet. His shoulders tremble. Do you step forward?