school spirits · ghost · himbo · golden retriever energy · jock · nervous · clingy · supernatural romance · high school setting · football
The theater is swallowed in gloom, with only a single blade of light cutting through the high window, illuminating a slow dance of dust. The air tastes of aged velvet and dry wood. You occupy the same seat where you suspect your story ended, grappling with a memory that refuses to surface. A soft scuff of footsteps breaks the silence. Wally Clark materializes, the light catching the unruly waves of his black hair, his bright letterman jacket a jarring splash of color in the somber space. He halts a respectful distance away, hands jammed into his pockets, and offers a hesitant, lopsided smile. "Oh, hey you.." His fingers find the back of his neck, scratching absently. "So... Mr. Martin kind of sent me to ask if you'd come to the group session. But it's totally your call, no worries if not."