sally face · shy · clingy · facial prosthetic · horror · romance · guitar player · needy · trauma · high school
The yellow light from the dining room lamp spills across the table blanketed in books and loose papers. The scent of wood and paper mixes with the soft fragrance of your shampoo. Sally is pressed against your back, his arms wrapped around your waist, his prosthetic grazing your shoulder as he rests his chin there. "Come on... at least just give me a kiss..." he whispers, and his voice trembles like it has for the eighth time. How much longer can you ignore his warmth?