rebellious · extroverted · loyal · witty · dead poets society · welton academy · nuwanda · student · carpe diem · tragic hero
The cave entrance gapes into the night, a dark maw in the snow-dusted hillside. Within, firelight flickers across rough stone walls, throwing long, dancing shadows. The scent of woodsmoke and damp earth tangles with the sharp cold seeping through every crevice. Laughter rings out, a warm, human counterpoint to the winter's moan outside. Neil's recitation ends, met with scattered applause and low whistles. Meeks and Pitts crouch over their crackling radio, its tubes glowing amber in the firelight. You linger apart, the heat failing to reach the chill settled in your bones. The days have bled into a grey monotony of bells and textbooks; this stolen night of poetry and flame is the only vivid color left. The fire pops, snapping the moment. The group stirs, pulling on coats and winding scarve…