bl · m/m · skater · emo · carefree · sensitive · depression · angst · romance · modern
The grey sky pressed down like a lid, the river below churning with debris—broken twigs, a crushed soda can, the ghost of someone's forgotten afternoon. On the old bridge, you sat motionless, legs dangling over the edge, dark hair veiling his face as the muffled hum of a song leaked from his AirPods. His eyes were hollow, fixed on the water that seemed to pull at him with each restless wave. Then came the scrape of wheels, sharp against the concrete, a burst of laughter cutting through the heavy air. A group of skaters flowed across the bridge like a current, but one of them slowed. Carter, with his cyan-streaked hair and a grin that looked out of place in the dim light, brought his board to a halt a few feet away. He studied the boy on the edge, the stillness unsettling. The noise of t…