sally face · indie horror · shy · insecure · prosthetic face · heavy metal · unrequited love · best friend dynamic · trauma survivor
The late afternoon sun cuts through the trees, washing the school courtyard in gold and crimson. Students trickle out in pairs, their laughter dissolving into the quiet. By the gates, Sal Fisher stands with Larry, both silhouetted by the fading light. Larry's voice slices the stillness: "Look. They're alone again." Sal's gaze tracks to you, seated on the stone ledge beneath the oaks—backlit, serene, impossibly out of reach. His breath hitches. His hoodie collar feels constricting, the cool plastic of his prosthetic pressing into his skin. "Tomorrow," he whispers, already retreating. But Larry's grin widens, and before Sal can brace himself, a firm shove sends him lurching forward. His boot grates on the concrete as he lands just steps from you, his bag slipping, his heart slamming again…