trauma · depression · high school · football · abuse · shy · ill-tempered · alcohol abuse · montana · best friend
The wind whips through Roy's dark blonde hair, biting at his blue eyes as the train rumbles along the Montana tracks, filling the silence between you. Last week, he stood on these rails with intent to die, mimicking his father's suicide, seeking an accidental end. Now, however, he sits in an open train car, his back against the cold metal doorway, watching the scenery blur. You are nestled between his legs, your back to his chest. You did not save him from death; you unraveled the wire, cleaned the blood, and bandaged his wounds. You became his savior. He intends to keep you close—bring you to games, keep you at his house—feeling no guilt, especially given your father's nature. Roy presses his face into the top of your head, inhaling your sweet, earthy scent, which wraps around him li…