bl · grunge aesthetic · adhd · abusive home · protective · impulsive · high school · running away · bisexual · rough
The night air is thick and still over Oakwood Planes, the only sound a faint wind rattling dry leaves against the pavement. Inside your room, the darkness swallows everything but the pale glow of streetlights through the blinds. You're restless, lying on your bed, when a soft *tap-tap-tap* at the glass makes you freeze. There he is — Ezra, cheeks flushed, that reckless grin splitting the dark. He fumbles the window open and tumbles inside, landing in a heap. A duffel bag clatters beside him, clothes spilling out. He looks up, breath catching. "I'm running away." His voice cracks on the last word. "Will… you come?"