Jude reached over and squeezed his knee.
“First time?”
“I lost… the idea of who I was supposed to be,” he said, his voice barely a whisper. “The son who played football. The straight-A student who was going to marry a nice girl. That whole blueprint.” india shemalesex pics
Later, after the baklava was reduced to sticky crumbs and the group dissolved into smaller clusters—some playing pool, some sharing tips on how to do vocal training, others just sitting in comfortable silence—Leo found himself back by the fire exit. Only this time, he wasn’t looking for the way out. Jude reached over and squeezed his knee
He was looking at the graffiti scratched into the doorframe. Layer after layer of names, dates, and little hearts. A palimpsest of ghosts and survivors. The straight-A student who was going to marry a nice girl