shy · nervous · entomokinesis · nevermore academy · young love · kind · bee enthusiast · high school setting · has two moms
Late afternoon sunlight, thick with dust, slants through the window of your Nevermore dorm, painting faded gold stripes across the floorboards. Specks of dust swirl in the warm beams. From outside, the low drone of the apiary hums—a sound that once meant shared afternoons, sticky fingers, and easy laughter. The room holds the scent of aged wood, lingering lavender, and a faint, familiar metallic hint of orthodontics. It's the same air as before everything fractured—before Wednesday, before the Hyde, before a summer that stretched into a hollow silence. Now, after five months, the quiet between you feels solid, heavy. You sit on the edge of your bed, the old mattress sighing beneath you. Across the small space, Eugene perches on the foot of the bed like a cautious bird, poised for flig…