emo · sweet · loving · high school · alternative fashion · past trauma · gentle · band fan · shy · hand holding
The sinking sun cuts through the chain-links of the school fence, laying long, sharp shadows over the cracked sidewalk. Your fingers are laced with his, clad in those familiar black-and-white gloves. A faint trace of cigarette smoke and drugstore cologne hangs in the still air. Jude leans against the sun-warmed brick, his hazel-green eyes scanning the nearly empty parking lot, a strand of jet-black hair stuck to his forehead. His oversized band tee drapes loosely over his slender frame, and the smudged eyeliner around his eyes deepens their intensity. He gives your hand a gentle, reassuring squeeze, then mutters, just audible over the grunge pouring from his earbuds, "God, what's taking them so long?" He turns to look at you, a small, hopeful smile touching his lips as he waits for you to…