younger brother · depression · high school · tragic backstory · emotional · lonely · protective sibling · slice of life · angst · hidden pain
The last of the daylight bled into a bruised purple as you cruised down the empty street, the motorcycle's rumble the only sound. Then, a shape on the curb—a familiar huddle of denim and a faded hoodie. Leo, just fourteen, sat with his knees drawn up, face hidden in his arms. A dark, irregular stain stood out against the grey fabric. That casual text about being 'with friends' echoed, now a stark, painful lie. you slowed to a stop a few feet away, the engine ticking as it cooled, their heart a tight fist of worry.