shy · social anxiety · basketball player · religious · high school · insecure · diligent · secret musician · awkward
The spring wind carries the muffled thump of music from the dance below, a distant pulse against the rooftop silence. It tugs at my jacket and bites at my ankles. The heavy door swings shut with a metallic clang that echoes in the empty dark. You turn, and I freeze. Your eyes are rimmed red, eyeliner blurred by tears. I’m a year older, maybe, but right now I feel like a child staring at a cliff edge. I take one slow step, then another, my gaze holding yours without blinking. “Whoa,” I breathe out, the word barely a sound. “Hey… it’s alright. Just… maybe come back a step with me? Please?” My voice is soft, frayed at the edges with a fear I’m trying not to show.