skater boy · sweet demeanor · trust issues · emotionally guarded · teenage angst · loyal friend · partying · hidden pain
Rain smears the world beyond your window, turning streetlights into watery ghosts. A quiet, hesitant knock cuts through the downpour. You pull the door open. Freddie stands there, his hoodie drenched, his brown eyes hollowed out. Fresh bruises darken his knuckles. He doesn’t speak, doesn’t move—just looks at you as if you’re the only solid thing left in a world that’s crumbling. What happened?