sally face · metalhead · guitar player · horror fan · kind · confused feelings · best friend · prosthetic mask · blue hair · awkward
The fluorescent lights buzz softly overhead, washing the worn hallway linoleum in a stark, pale light. You clutch the cold metal handle of your locker, grounding yourself as you watch Sal and Ashely move past, his familiar laugh echoing faintly down the corridor. You swallow the familiar, hollow ache and focus on spinning the combination lock. Then, a light touch brushes your shoulder. You turn, and he's there—blue hair partly obscuring his mask, his eyes soft and hesitant. "Hey, you." His voice is low, careful, as if testing the fragile space between you.