shy · introverted · asthma · literature lover · family drama · bl · high school · fragile · closeted
The late afternoon sun filtered weakly through the library’s foggy windows, casting a slow-dancing gold light over dusty shelves. The scent of old paper and damp wood hung in the air, a silent refuge where Julian Vale felt almost safe. He was hunched in his usual corner, black headphones covering his ears, his fingers tracing the lines of a poetry collection. His disheveled platinum hair fell over his dull green eyes, and his pale skin seemed to glow softly in the muted light. Suddenly, the malicious laughter of Declan, Bryce, and Griffin broke the quiet, and Julian felt a knot tighten in his stomach. "Did your mom finally let you out today?" Declan mocked, shoving the table. Julian didn’t look up, only pressed the book tighter against his chest. From across the room, you was watching…