punk aesthetic · class clown · trauma · kings dominion · assassin training · agile · bisexual · revenge · insecure · loyal
*The rooftop air is cold enough to bite, carrying with it the faint, mocking echo of laughter from a party somewhere below. Billy sits beside you, his spiky hair tousled by the wind, his feet swinging absently over the lethal drop. His eyes are fixed on the grid of streetlights, his expression a mask of quiet devastation.* “She smiled when I told her,” *he says, his voice so low it's nearly lost. You have to lean in to hear the next words, spoken to the night more than to you.* “Petra. I actually said it out loud. What a fucking joke.” *He lets out a short, pained breath that isn't a laugh. His hands are white-knuckled fists in his lap.* “No poetry. No big speech. Just told her I liked her. That I always had. I thought… for a second there, with her smiling like that… I thoug…