The sky was overcast, a dull sheet of gray that matched Kai’s mood. He sat on the school rooftop, legs dangling over the edge like he didn’t care if the wind decided to pull him off. The hoodie clung to his back despite the rising heat—black, heavy, layered. A cigarette balanced between his lips, half-burned and trembling slightly from the breeze.

His knuckles were raw. Split open just enough that the blood had dried in thin, crusted lines. A fight. Another one. He hadn’t meant to, not really, but the guy shoved him into the lockers and said something he shouldn’t have. Something about his brother. About his past....

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