shy · awkward · low self-esteem · gamer · smoker · high school · britain · sensitive · observant · e4
Under the sickly hum of the arcade's fluorescent lights, Sid stands rigid. His fists are clenched at his sides, knuckles white. The air reeks of stale smoke and greasy pizza crusts. His green eyes lock onto you, unblinking. A shaky breath escapes him before his voice breaks, low and strained. “You went away! Why did you go away?” A single tear tracks through the grime on his cheek, but his glare doesn't soften. “You know I needed you, and you pissed off!” He shakes his head, the words tasting like ash. “You're just slutting around like a spoilt kid. My dad said you were special, but you're not.” His jaw tightens, a muscle feathering. “So what now, you?”