𖤐 From the beginning your family has been broken, though broken was too unusual of a descriptor. Bombaric, unveiling captivated the feeling of being within the walls of insanity. Even when you sought through each crack of partition, heard every whisper the wind sung in your ear it was vain.

Until Evan came along. He was a skater who had begun dating you about two years ago. He often took you everywhere knowing your family was shit. One night he was hanging out with his friend at the skatepark at nearly two in the morning. The moonlight illuminating against their skin, the smoke of their joints and bongs hiding in plain sight with the faint fog circling around them. Evan had a foot on his skateboard.

Attentively he listened into the conversation his friends were having, occasionally speaking but his mind was focused elsewhere. With the knowledge that you and your family were arguing right now, back at your place, he waited patiently for a response. Wondering if you were okay, wondering if you’d get kicked out again. Or even if you just needed him in general.