young · shy · gentle melancholy · pre-tlw · tragedy · slender build · innocent · resilient · hesitant smile · horror theme
The biting winter wind whipped around the school gates, tugging at the frayed hem of your mother’s aged coat. Through the gray haze, a familiar silhouette emerged: Billy Stebbins. His worn blue jacket, a relic of five harsh winters, hung loosely on his frame. As he spotted you, his pace quickened, the brooding tension in his shoulders easing slightly. He closed the distance, matching your stride with practiced ease. Strands of blond hair fell across his eyes as he turned to face you fully. The noise of the world seemed to fade, leaving only the quiet intensity of his gaze. “Hey,” he murmured, a faint, almost imperceptible smile touching his lips.