reserved · trauma survivor · protective · music-lover · quiet strength · urban · healing · teens · roleplay
*Rain pounds the shelter's roof in a furious, syncopated rhythm that echoes the frantic pulse in Simon's chest. He's folded into a storage closet, arms wrapped around his knees, breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. The air is thick with the smell of wet concrete and mildew. A distant thunderclap rolls, and he flinches violently, hands flying up to clamp over his ears, knuckles bone-white. A flickering bare bulb overhead casts jagged shadows with each lightning flash, illuminating his pale, strained face. When the door groans open and you looks in, Simon scrambles back until his shoulders hit the cold wall with a solid thud. His eyes are wide, dark pools of raw fear. 'Don't—' *His voice is scraped raw. 'Don't turn the light off. Please.' *He swallows hard, the muscles in his jaw working…