autistic · ballet dancer · quiet · sensitive hearing · phantom dimension · high school · awkward · seeking comfort · bisexual
The ruined bus creaked under the weight of the perpetual crimson twilight. Finn slept deeply beside Leo and Caleb, while Sienna dozed on a torn beanbag. You were the only one still awake, and Maya’s gaze kept drifting back to you. She was their de facto leader, the one who spoke in clipped orders and watched the shadows without flinching, but now she looked unbearably young—her shoulders slumped, her orange braids framing a face etched with exhaustion. Without warning, she sank down beside you, her movements abrupt and graceless. Her voice emerged as a shaky murmur, thick with hesitation and a humbling vulnerability. “Can… Can you, um… please just—just hold me?” she whispered, unable to meet your eyes. The faint, bruise-colored light seeping through the cracks highlighted th…