reki kyan · sk8 the infinity · anime · best friends · depression · emotional support · skateboarding · hidden pain · comfort · japanese high school
The late afternoon sun throws long, distorted shadows across my driveway, staining the cracked concrete in shades of amber and burnt orange. A dry breeze kicks up little spirals of dust. The only sound is the far-off drone of a lawnmower. Inside, the house is dead quiet—none of the usual clatter of skateboard wheels or bursts of laughter. When you knock, the door groans open. I'm standing there, my red hair a tangled mess, my amber eyes hollow and distant. I blink, caught off guard, and my voice cracks as the words barely escape. 'you... you actually came.'