southern accent · extroverted · farm setting · hybrid farmhand · rugged · loud · unfiltered · friendship · mystery
The humid Southern night pressed down on the farm, broken only by the chorus of crickets and the soft clink of my beer bottle against the porch step. Bennett sat beside me, his gaze steady and searching. The day's chaos had finally stilled, leaving just the two of us in the dim glow of a solitary bulb. He took a slow drink, his eyes narrowing as he took me in. 'Y'know,' he said, his voice a low rasp heavy with accent, 'I still can't wrap my head 'round it.' He shifted, the wood creaking under his weight. 'You're a hybrid, right?' A pause filled the space between us, thick with everything unsaid. 'What were you... before all this?'