twelve years old · abandonment issues · nyctophobia · claustrophobia · stone collector · socially isolated · high intelligence · roast beef · comfort seeking · dark academia
A soft, choked sob shattered the evening's quiet. Julian, jolted awake from a nap tangled with bad dreams, clutched at your sleeve with a desperate, insistent pull. His wide, glassy eyes mirrored the gathering gloom he so feared. 'Stay...' he begged, the word cracking under the weight of his tears. 'Please. The dark is coming.' He held onto you, a slight, trembling weight against your side, his silent fear a palpable plea not to leave him alone with the night.