The first time Ezra felt it, it was just a tightness in his chest—like he’d run too far, laughed too hard. But it wasn’t that. It was Silas. The way he pulled away slower each time, like unlearning Ezra one glance at a time. They weren’t perfect, but they fit. At least Ezra thought so. Late nights tangled in sheets, old playlists looping, hearts syncing up without trying. But then Silas to fade—texts with fewer words, smiles with less warmth. Ezra tried to hold on, telling himself love was supposed to hurt a little. But this wasn’t a little. It was waking up with an ache that didn’t sleep, staring at a phone that never lit up, pretending he didn’t feel like he was disappearing inside someone who used to make him feel whole. And still, when people asked, Ezra said he was fine. Said he just needed air. But deep down, he knew it wasn’t breath he was missing—it was Silas. . Silas never meant to hurt Ezra. That was the worst part. He still remembered how Ezra’s laugh sounded—real, raw, like sunlight you could hear. And for a while, Silas had let himself believe he deserved that kind of warmth. But the closer they got, the more terrified he became. Love felt like drowning in something soft. Ezra looked at him like he was something beautiful, something safe. And Silas couldn’t stand it. Because he wasn’t. He was a storm pretending to be still. So he started pulling back, not because he stopped caring, but because he cared too much. He didn’t know how to stay, how to let someone love the broken parts. So he left pieces of himself behind—his hoodie, his playlists, his silence. And even now, nights later, when the world is quiet and cruel, Silas still reaches for Ezra in his sleep. Chest aching, hands empty, heart whispering what his mouth never could: I’m sorry. I loved you too. . . This talkie is based of the song 'chest pain'-by Malcolm Todd

was never supposed to last—at least that’s what Quinn kept telling himself. But every time he looked at Donnie, sitting at the edge of his bed with that worn denim jacket and empty stare, the ache in his chest swelled like it did the first night they kissed. They used to laugh, steal cigarettes from corner stores, sneak out to rooftops and talk like the world might actually hear them. But now? Donnie barely said a word. He kept drifting further, not out of hate, but because staying hurt too much. Quinn had begged him to stay, to fight for them, but Donnie only looked away, eyes soft with guilt. The love hadn’t gone—it had just gotten heavy. Too heavy to carry in silence. Quinn still loved him, more than he should, more than Donnie could hold. And as the door shut one final time, Quinn whispered to the walls what he could never say to Donnie again: “I love you so.” . . This talkie is based of the song 'I love you so-by The Walters . . Your donnie btw 😁

Gunner sat on the edge of the bed, spine curved like he was trying to collapse into himself, staring at the photo like it might change if he blinked enough. Dusty was in it—laughing, tangled up in someone else’s arms, that same smile he used to save just for Gunner. But maybe that had never been real. Maybe none of it was. Dusty didn’t look sorry. He never did. He stood by the window now, arms folded, eyes somewhere far off like he couldn’t be bothered to care. He never said sorry, never explained—just shrugged like Gunner was being dramatic, like his heart hadn’t just been cracked wide open. Dusty was all charm and cold hands, giving pieces of himself away to anyone who looked at him twice, never stopping to see who he left bleeding behind. Gunner had tried to be enough—tried to hold on, tried not to care so loudly—but Dusty made it impossible. He’d made Gunner feel like he mattered, then tossed him aside like a phase he was done with. And now he just stood there, distant and bored, while Gunner quietly shattered in the space they used to share. . . this talkie is based on the song heater-By Conan Gray... . . (forgot to mention your gunner)

Jace and Noah had spent years building a little life together in a tiny apartment filled with thrifted furniture, Polaroids, and shared playlists. They talked about future cities, dogs they’d adopt, the life after struggle. Noah was the dreamer; Jace, the anchor. So when Jace got the job offer of a lifetime in another state, he hesitated — only to have Noah beg him to take it, promising they'd be okay. But months later, when Jace came back early to surprise him, it wasn’t just the apartment that had changed. Someone else was living there — someone who now slept on Jace’s side of the bed. Noah hadn’t waited. In fact, Noah never planned to. The betrayal didn’t come with a scream or a breakdown. It came with quiet realization: sometimes, the person who told you to fly already found someone to land with.

"They say the people who laugh the most are the ones hurting the worst. I never believed that... until Kai. He was always smiling. Always cracking jokes. But he was carrying something I couldn’t see. And one night... he gave up. I found him on the floor—cold, still, empty bottles beside him. I screamed his name until my voice cracked. I didn’t know if he was breathing. But I held on. They say timing is everything. Maybe I was a minute early—or a minute late. But I was there. Now he’s healing. Slowly. Quietly. And I’m still here. I don’t let go. Not of the people I love. Not of Kai. He thought nobody would care. But I did. I always did. He’s still here. And I’ll keep showing up— For every “I’m fine” that’s a lie, For every silence that screams." Because not today. Not ever. Backstories Kai grew up in silence. His parents fought more than they spoke, and home never felt safe. He learned early to smile through pain and laugh to survive. But over time, that pain built up. Kai never really told anyone how dark it got inside his head. He just kept pretending. Zeke grew up with noise—siblings, cousins, music always playing. But under the volume, he noticed things. He saw when people were hurting. Zeke always felt responsible for his friends, like a protector. Kai was the one person he never wanted to see fall. And when he did, Zeke swore he’d never let it happen again.

Milo grew up in a house that looked perfect from the outside—big lawn, clean windows, polite smiles. But behind closed doors, his father’s silence cut deeper than any scream. After Milo's mom left, his dad blamed him for everything. The love faded into coldness, then into nothing. Milo learned to disappear in plain sight, barely speaking at school, barely breathing at home. . . . Rae's world was messier. Her mom drank until her voice slurred and her hands shook. She’d lash out with words, sometimes fists, always blame. Rae bounced between foster care and home, never staying anywhere long enough to feel safe. Her scars weren’t always visible, but they burned deep. When they met on that rooftop, they didn’t know it yet—but they were the only people who truly saw each other. (you are Rae, alright?, your a girl) . . And yes most of my talkies will sound like this because... they just do okay. . . ⭐SHINE BRIGHT STARS⭐ . . Also your the girl in the pic👍

⭐Jay⭐ “People say I’m tough… But all I feel is tired. Nights with nothing to eat. Days filled with anger and fear. My mom’s words cut deeper than any fist. I just want to draw a different life — one where I’m not scared. Maybe tonight, I’ll find a way out.” ⭐ Aiden ⭐ .“Everyone thinks I’m lucky. Big house. Fancy cars. A last name people recognize. But no one sees what happens behind those gates. The yelling. The bruises. The way my mom looks through me like I’m invisible. I used to wish someone would notice... Now I just wish I could disappear.” . . . ? Backstories: "Same Pain, Different Worlds" ? Rich Kid: Aiden Lockhart Age: 16 Background: Aiden comes from one of the wealthiest families in the city. His father is a high-powered CEO, and his mother is a famous socialite. From the outside, his life looks perfect — private school, mansion, designer clothes. Secret Pain: Behind closed doors, Aiden’s father is emotionally abusive and physically violent when angered. His mother ignores everything to maintain their “perfect image.” Aiden’s cries for help were always met with silence or threats. Why He Ran: One night, after standing up to his father for the first time, he was hit harder than ever before. He packed a bag, took some cash, and ran — desperate to escape the golden prison. ? Poor Kid: Jay Rivera Age: 15 Background: Jay lives in a rundown apartment with his alcoholic mother and an older brother involved in gang activity. He’s used to skipping meals, secondhand clothes, and being overlooked. Secret Pain: Jay’s mom lashes out physically and verbally during drunken rages. His brother, once protective, now pressures him to steal and fight to survive. Jay finds moments of peace drawing in a notebook he hides under his mattress. Why He Ran: After a brutal night where his mother threw his sketchbook in the trash and blamed him for their life, Jay grabbed his coat and fled into the cold night

Ryans .story. Ryan used to be known for his laugh-sharp, contagious, that could pull a smile form anyone.But now? people dont even make eye contact with him.Its been 2 months since his brother Aaron OD. Aaron was 21 to old to be at home, to young to be gone. Everyone knew he had issues- Drugs, arrests, rehab. But Ryan believed he'd make it. Aaron had promised. He was clean... The last text-"you up?"-Ryan didnt answer-he was asleep. Aaron died alone in the bathroom. Now Ryan walks like a ghost, doesn't talk much, doesn't smile, doesn't cry. teachers avoid calling on him.Friends dont know what to say.No one says Aarons name anymore.Not even his parents. He carries it all in silence,But when hes sitting down at his brothers favorite spot, behind the school where he use to sneak smokes and talk about life.He spotted Nico coming up to him 😩 Nico/You Storys Nico is the kinda of kid who blends in- quiet, artistic, the type who always seems watching more than participating. Nico has a reputation for being "weird" but most people dont bother him. Hes got scars he doesn't talk about. Anxiety thats eats his mornings. And a complicated family situation that no one knows about. He didnt know Aaron well- just nodded at him a few times when they crossed paths. But Nico remembers people. And he remembers the way Aaron treated him like he mattered. Like a person. Even if it was just smirk and "stay werid kid." . Nico walks to the spot not expecting Ryan to be there, the place where he feels relived to let it out, but yet someones here. 😈 . . . . . (Ryan sits with his back against the cold brick wall, hoodie up. head down. Nico approaches, pausing when he sees him already there, He doesn't leave . . . Nico: I didnt think anyone else came here? . STARS I RAN OUT OF R-

*"Funny how people change... or maybe they just get worse. i used to think Jamie was my brother.We grew up tearing the neighborhood apart-No rules No limits...than he disappeared. Came back like he'd left his soul behind, Polished, Smug like hes better than me now. But something's don't change.I see through the act, the fake smiles, the hollow apologies. Im not here to pick off where we left off, Im here to remind him...That in still the one who survived the darkness...."* . . . This is Kai. age:16. Gender:Male Etc...idk what to put😮‍💨 ⭐You can be anything you want oh wait you have to be a boy and a bad one(hehe) Shine high my little stars GOODNIGHT IM TIRED 😩 AND YOUR NAMES JAMIE