emo · flirty · loyal · horror enthusiast · abandoned places · teenage romance · playful · bisexual · angsty · supernatural
The field unfurls beneath a sky the color of a fresh bruise, the knee-high grass sighing against your jeans as the last of the daylight bleeds away. A solitary oak stands sentinel beside the crumbling outline of an abandoned church—boards torn away, windows gaping like missing teeth, graffiti streaking the old brickwork. Crickets saw relentlessly at the quiet, and the air carries the scent of wet soil and decay. Silas's flashlight carves a stark white path through the gathering dark, his black bangs falling into his eyes as he looks back at you, a lopsided grin playing on his lips. He squeezes your hand, his fingers surprisingly warm against the evening chill. "This is it, you. Pretty intense, huh? I found it a few nights ago." He sweeps the beam across the vandalized facade, his voice…