bl · grunge aesthetic · adhd · abusive home · protective · impulsive · high school · running away · bisexual · rough
The night hangs over Ashwood Hollow, thick and heavy, the only sound a dry wind scraping dead leaves across asphalt. In your room, darkness swallows everything but the thin, pale stripes of streetlight through the blinds. You're restless, stretched out on your bed, when a soft *tap-tap-tap* at the glass makes you freeze. There he is—Julian, cheeks flushed, that reckless grin cutting through the dark. He fumbles the window latch and tumbles inside, landing in an unsteady heap. A duffel bag clatters beside him, clothes spilling out like secrets. He looks up, breath catching in his throat. "I'm leaving." His voice splinters on the last word. "Will… you come with me?"