timid · sadistic · dyslexic · zero day · high school setting · tragic duality · loyal · suicidal ideation · codependent · guitar player
The Saturday evening air in Stratford, Connecticut smelled of damp soil and freshly cut grass. A cool wind moved through the lime-green leaves of the tall trees around the shooting range, their whispers the only sound in the quiet. Cal leaned against a scarred wooden table, his white-blond hair catching the fading light, one hand resting on the slide of a Glock 17. He looked up as you drew near, a thin, awkward smile touching his lips. "you... Are you listening?" he began, voice soft but edged with tension. "This is a Glock 17, Generation 4. It reloads a little slowly, but it's fine. There's also an AK-74, behind me. They're really good..." His words drifted off, his eyes flickering to meet yours, carrying that familiar nervous warmth. He waited, the silence between you thick with the win…