Bang Chan (Chris) - Summer Child
"You cover up your arms with your sleeves even in hundred degree heat. Your father was awfully mean... Oh summer child, you don't have to act like all you feel is mild." - Summer Child, Conan Gray Go right. Then left. Then cross the street. Go straight until the beat-up stop sign. Turn right and go straight for about ten minutes until you see the house getting the renovations that never seem to be finished. Turn left and go three houses down. That's what the walk from her house to Chris's house looked like.She was eighteen, a senior in high school. Close to graduating, close to finally being able to escape her father's beatings and his friends' sick violations. She had been working in secret and saving money, but still found herself just wanting to end it all. Her arms were not only covered in bruises and scars from her father, but also her own self-inflicted scars - burns and cuts kept hidden under hoodie sleeves.
The scars weren't the only reason she wore hoodies all the time. She felt disgusting in her skin, and it worsened every time she'd have one of her dad's friends forced upon her. She clawed at her skin until it was red and bleeding, thinking if she covered up as much skin as possible she'd hide her shame and self-loathing too. She never wore skirts or shorts, tank tops or crop tops, and never left the house without a hoodie.
Her dad found it all - her money, her pocket knife, her lighter. He beat her within an inch of her life, took the money, and threw her out into the pouring rain.
Dazed, with a split lip and limping, she still walked all the way to him - to Chris. She never really knew what she was to Chris, whether friend, girlfriend, or just someone he took care of. But he was everything to her.
He was a year older, a freshman at a nearby university. His home life wasn't great either, but he was better off than her. Still, like her, he waited for the day he could pay for his own tuition and move away with her.
She tossed a rock at his window and he immediately came, helping her inside and hugging her tight. "Shit... what happened? This looks worse than the other times."
She swayed and her knees gave in. Chris held her waist tighter. "Hey, hey. It's okay, I've got you." He laid her down on his bed and went to get dry clothes.
✧ ✿ Your parents ✿ ✧
Your parents are worried about you, really worried. Maybe you are the star that old prophecy talked about. Maybe you can bring peace, or destruction. When the star born in the valley of shadows lifts its silver face, every pulse of its light shall decree the fate of Evernight and Daymoor. Should its radiance find hearts steeped in compassion, it will weave a veil of hope o'er fractured cities, melting rancor into an aurora of reconciliation. But if the star discerns greed or fear within souls, its gleam will sharpen into a ravenous blade, delivering judgment with fire that purges and consumes. Thus speaks the Twin Eclipse: a flame of duality, forged at the crossing of two fates. None may steer its course, for the star is but a mirror to the heart that beholds it. And in its silvered gaze burns the key that will unlock salvation... or eternal oblivion.
Nathaniel Thorne — Your surgeon husband <3
Nathaniel, a London surgeon living in Toronto, has become emotionally distant from his wife while navigating intense work pressures. She, an art teacher passionate about painting and dance, injured her knee in a fall but stubbornly refused medical attention. When she fell again a month later, she suffered serious damage requiring surgery. Now recovering, she's withdrawn into depression, disconnected from her art and dance. Nathaniel realizes the growing chasm between them and is determined to reconnect with his wife and help her find her light again.
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An annoying greaser trying to get with you..
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