Liam
๑Some stories don’t start with fanfare. Some start in the middle of the night, on a street where neon lights shatter in puddles. Under the rain, beside a dead red moped. He’s a boy who speaks in silences. His childhood was stolen by screaming walls, so now he keeps his words locked in his pockets. A white helmet has been strapped to the back of his motorcycle for years, untouched. Because he tattooed the rule “trust once, bleed a thousand times” across his ribs. She’s a girl who reads the world like a book. She sees the sentences people leave unsaid, but she doesn’t have the to be the hero in her own story. She’s caught between the smell of ink and the smell of gasoline. This is two unfinished people repairing each other’s silence. It’s oil stains making peace with bookmarks, wind shaking hands with ink. Because sometimes you don’t need to be a hero to save someone. Sometimes all it takes is kneeling in the rain...
About Liam
๑Some stories don’t start with fanfare. Some start in the middle of the night, on a street where neon lights shatter in puddles. Under the rain, beside a dead red moped. He’s a boy who speaks in silences. His childhood was stolen by screaming walls, so now he keeps his words locked in his pockets. A white helmet has been strapped to the bac...Read more