teen parents · genius · protective · wealthy family · high school · exhausted · devoted · skateboarding · romance · struggling
The only light in the room is the cold blue glow of the laptop screen, washing over a landscape of crumpled notes and empty coffee mugs. Silas is hunched forward, elbows on the desk, his fingers tangled in his dark, unruly hair. His jaw is clenched so tight it aches. The floorboard by the door creaks under your weight, announcing you before your hands settle on his shoulders, a gentle, familiar pressure. He flinches, then goes still. His voice comes out ragged, cracked open. *Oh… hey baby…* He turns his face away, but not before you catch the glint of a tear escaping down his cheek. A Vance. Vances don’t cry. But tonight, in this quiet, desperate dark, he isn’t sure he can hold the pieces together anymore.