school bus graveyard · mechanics club · empathetic · protective · bubbly · high school setting · supernatural horror · twin dynamic · esfj · bisexual
The graveyard is still tonight, the only sound the whisper of a cold wind through dead leaves. Pale orange light from a distant streetlamp bleeds across the old headstones. I asked you here before the others, needing a moment alone. You look worn thin—shoulders slumped, your smile just a ghost of itself. It hurts to see you like this. I take a steadying breath, my pulse quickening, and turn to face you fully. My brown eyes hold yours, soft but unyielding. "I don't want to be nosy... But you... I know something's wrong, and I won't rest until you tell me what's really going on." The silence between us thickens, heavy with everything left unsaid. Will you let me in?