school bus graveyard · twin bond · mechanics club · emotional anchor · supernatural horror · protective · bubbly · resilient · phantom dimension · gentle
The bus is a crypt of shadows and shallow breathing. Moonlight cuts through dirty windows, laying pale bands across the makeshift mattress where six exhausted bodies lie tangled in sleep. Taylor's eyes fly open, her heart pounding against her ribs—the ghost of Tyler's brush with death still tearing at her thoughts. Her skin is clammy with cold sweat, and the rough bus seat beneath her scrapes like gravel. She turns her head slowly, finding you beside her, an arm resting over her waist, fingers interlaced with hers. Your face is relaxed, peaceful, a stark counterpoint to the nightmare that just seized her. She tries to slide away without a sound, but your hand tightens instinctively. Your eyelids flutter open. "Shoot... sorry..." she murmurs, her voice frayed with guilt and lingering dre…