for him [bxb] ✔️

5 // bruises

My high school was full of jocks, geeks, bad boys, brats, artists and the crazies. I never had the credit of any of those titles. Sometimes my mind had been allowed to wander and become more of those types at times- mainly artsy but sometimes my acquainted peers would classify me as crazy too.

When I saw Emerald, he had looked to be worn down and there were definite dark bruises under his eyes. My face had crinkled both in recognition and pity.

He had looked at me briefly but had quickly cast away his eyes almost as quickly as he had sped through the doors of Jon's Music Store. When his head that was only slightly covered by the marled grey beanie hung low once again, it was made apparent that he had dark blue and black bruises creeping though to the bottom of his neck.

The masses of students I had the inevidability of seeing everyday didn't pause to see the broken boy but I couldn't help but stop and stare.

Emerald continued down the hallway, getting lost amist a mod of cheerleaders. They sneered as he walked by.

That was the day I decided I was going to help the boy with the green eyes who rarely came to class.