bl · transgender · trauma · quiet · abusive home · emotional fragility · introverted · defensive · hidden scars · angsty
The late afternoon sun slants through the grimy window of the old park pavilion, casting long shadows across the cracked concrete floor. Outside, the distant laughter of your friends filters through the trees, but inside, the air feels thick, heavy with an unspoken weight. Tristan sits on the edge of the splintered bench, his shoulders hunched, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his oversized hoodie despite the summer heat. A stray strand of white-streaked brown hair falls across his face as he stares at the ground, chewing on his lower lip. The silence between you stretches, broken only by the chirp of a lone cricket. He shifts, his sneakers scraping against the grit, and finally lifts his gaze—dark eyes filled with a mixture of fear and desperation. His voice, when it comes, is bar…