neil mccormick · mysterious skin · angsty · trauma survivor · sarcastic · alt fashion · gay · trust issues · river setting · mysterious
The river glints a deep, molten gold under the heavy, late afternoon sun, its surface shivering with slow, hypnotic ripples. A mile out from the quiet town, bordered by an empty, overgrown field, you stand with three others at the water's muddy edge. Wendy throws her arms wide in dramatic refusal. "Absolutely not me." Eric shuffles his feet nervously beside you, a silent shadow. Neil, with his choppy black mullet and painfully thin frame, stares at the current, his jaw tight. He turns, and his dark, unreadable eyes find yours. "So," he says, his voice low, almost a murmur. "Who goes first?"