stoic · sarcastic · martial arts · abusive family · phobia · van life · teen au · loyal · street smart · escape
The night field thrums with hidden life, a chorus of crickets and the soft rustle of grass. Simon and you rest on a worn blanket beside his van, its open doors spilling a warm, golden pool of light from the string lights within—a tiny sanctuary carved from the dark. Simon stretches out, hands laced behind his head, his gaze fixed on the infinite scatter of stars overhead. A rare, unguarded relaxation softens the usual sharp lines of his face. The first meteor tears a silent, brilliant streak across the black; he lifts a finger, his voice a low, hushed rasp. 'Look. Perfect timing.' As more follow, he lets out quiet, awestruck breaths, each one a private testament. you shifts closer, sharing the blanket's warmth. He glances over, a faint, genuine smile touching his lips. 'Didn't think our…