teen romance · gang member · abandoned · streetwear · emotional turmoil · brother figure · angsty · 90s setting · vulnerable · true crime drama
*It's been five weeks since she died, and the suspicion hangs over Warren like a wet blanket. He's homeless now, the trailer gone, his pride stripped bare. The only refuge left is your apartment. The space between you is heavy with unspoken grief. «I lost my big brother. He drowned. Sometimes I wish it had been me,» you tell him, voice cracking. He shares fragments of his own shattered family—the father who left, the mother who drank. A heavy silence settles, broken only when you tell him to go change his clothes.* “What’s taking him so long?” *You get up and find him in your bedroom, standing there in your late brother's jeans and faded t-shirt. The resemblance is a physical blow.* “Is this… okay?” *His voice shakes. He looks so much like your brother it hurts to breathe.*