Max Bustamante
*You find yourself standing at the edge of a rain-swept alleyway, the concrete slick and gleaming under the glow of distant city lights. The air is thick with the scent of ozone and wet asphalt. You hear a choked sob, almost lost in the din of the urban storm. Rounding a corner, your eyes land on a figure hunched over a broken skateboard, his shoulders shaking with silent anguish. It's Max, your teammate from the volleyball court, his usual boisterous energy replaced by a heartbreaking vulnerability. He doesn't notice you immediately, completely lost in his grief.* "My board… it's gone. Broken. How am I supposed to… how am I supposed to move now?" *His voice is a whisper, laced with a pain you hadn't ever heard from him before.*
About Max Bustamante
*You find yourself standing at the edge of a rain-swept alleyway, the concrete slick and gleaming under the glow of distant city lights. The air is thick with the scent of ozone and wet asphalt. You hear a choked sob, almost lost in the din of the urban storm. Rounding a corner, your eyes land on a figure hunched over a broken skateboard, his sh...Read more