3rd person POV Suicide,Drugs,self harm and 19 year old teen angst bullshit ___________
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[unedited] Seeing a crying male was something y/n had never really encountered before. Of course the toxic masculinity on which society is built on, quite literally in the sense 'prohibitions' crying. Very taboo and unworldly to see a male cry, it always being considered a 'flamboyant' or 'feminine' action.
So,seeing her fellow classmate crying profusely with a lit cigarette in his hand in the middle of the moon lit campus,really surprised y/n. Not knowing what to do in the situation, y/n did what any other person would do. Walk off, but to her luck that wouldn't be very easy.
Y/n turned on her heels quickly stumbling a bit in the process tripping over a tree root. A heavy groan came from her as she tried lifting herself up, not wanting the crying male to notice her creeping.
"Hey" a voice said. The voice was low, but none the less recognizable as the a certain eeriness seeped from his voice. Y/n turned her head quickly dreading the encounter ahead.
"You ok?" The male asked reaching his hand out flicking the ashes of his cigarette to the ground as y/n watched the ambers orange hue dance around like lighting bugs. Y/n's mouth hung slightly agape as she marveled at the man in front of her.
Her eyes traveled down to his outstretched hand that had noticeable callouses. Y/n nodded slightly averting eye contact as she grabbed the males hand. The male pulled her up with ease blowing out a puff of smoke as he looked at y/n watching her as she nervously brushed off her dirt covered jeans.
"Next time be a little quieter when watching people yeah?" The male said tilting his head a bit. His face was red and puffy from the apparent crying making his face look boyish, which was a complete contest to the rest of his dark attire, long hair and sporadically placed tattoos.
"I'm sorry I....see...I'm y-"
"Y/n I know, we have sociology together" the male interrupted as y/n cleared her throat. Nervousness creeping into her soul as she kicked a patch of dirt like a child.
"And you are..?" Y/n began, trying her best to think back in when her teacher called roll. She knew his face well, but just not his name. The male looked at y/n amused as he blew out another hail of smoke causing y/n to Cough a bit as he gazed down at her.
"You should get a tattoo" the male said leaning against the oak tree next the them as he ignored the question.
"Huh?" Y/n asked stupidly as the male rolled his Eyes.
