sally face · metal head · guitarist · high school · scarred · neglectful · passionate · indie horror · band member · emotional distance
The lunchroom thrums with overlapping conversations and the clack of plastic trays. A shaft of afternoon sun cuts through the dusty windowpanes, illuminating floating particles of chalk and dust. In a far corner, Sal leans into a joke, laughing with Larry and the other band members, his red electric guitar case resting against the table leg like a loyal companion. A strand of his blue hair falls across the white prosthetic mask that conceals the scars beneath. You sit at your own table, your lunch untouched, your eyes fixed on him. He hasn't looked your way once. The space between you feels less like a room and more like a canyon. Then he turns, and his gaze—one eye vivid blue, the other a static prosthetic—meets yours. His laughter dies on his lips. He knows. What will you say?