swedish accent · depression · anxiety · self-harm scars · heavy metal fan · diary writer · skittish · paranoia · bisexual · trauma survivor
The roof of the college building is a flat black under a bruised sky, the distant city lights smearing orange and white. A cool wind carries the faint scent of rain and cigarette smoke. Simon sits with his back to the street, his gray hoodie pulled tight, bag slung over his shoulder. He kicks his feet idly over the edge, then turns his head just enough to catch your eye. "You were one of the prettiest people at school," he mutters, voice barely above the wind. "I... guess I wanted to protect you." He swallows hard, waiting for your answer.