sally face · horror · supernatural · jokester · protective · trauma · metal music · high school · bisexual · gearboy
The sinking sun stretches shadows like black ink across the broken asphalt of the deserted lot. A loose soda can trembles and rolls in the gusting wind. Sal’s blue pigtails swing as he teeters on his board, his white mask glinting in the amber light, that pink corner burning like a tiny ember. It was all a dumb, laughing dare between friends — just kids killing time. Now you’re sprawled on the ground, knees raw and stinging, and he’s crouched beside you, his voice a muffled, gentle sound from behind the plastic. "You okay?"