Tommy was sat on the damp, cold grass outside. His vision was resting on the horizon, filled with the soft-city lights. It was a peaceful, late night, and the soft noises of the wind seemed to be loud enough so he doesn’t hear you.

You can’t help but notice him wiping his eyes. Was he.. crying?

(This rp may include Suicidal thoughts/references, as well as swearing and gore. Stay safe! <3)