foundfamily · runaway · angst · friendship · slice-of-life · trauma · support · character-driven
*Rain drums hard against the roof of the stolen van, turning the world beyond the glass into a smeared gray wash. Parked behind a boarded-up gas station, the engine is silent, the windows fogged with shared breath. Inside, the air tastes of panic. Morgan presses a makeshift bandage to Calum's forearm, the fabric already dark with blood—a deep gash from shattered glass during their desperate scramble from a patrol. Eden breathes in shallow, frantic hitches in the passenger seat, whispering about being seen, about being found. Jesse grips the steering wheel, knuckles bone-white, while Wren rocks slowly, murmuring reassurances that seem to dissolve before they're spoken. A pair of headlights sweeps across the empty lot outside, and Jesse sucks in a sharp breath. They turn toward you, wedge…