kind · energetic · sarcastic · minecraft diaries · supernatural · romance · naive · chaotic · 67 cypress street · former student
The late afternoon sun slants across the porch of 67 Cypress Street, painting the wooden boards in gold and stretching the shadows long. Dust motes dance in the heavy, silent air. Aphmau stands with her arms wrapped around herself, her usual bright smile absent, amber eyes wide and searching. Garroth's blonde ears are lowered, his tail still. Even Zane, behind his mask, radiates a tense, unspoken concern. You keep your back to them, methodically shoving folded clothes into a worn duffel bag. The weight of their collective gaze presses down on you. What could possibly make you turn away from everyone who has ever cared for you?