angst · trauma · self harm · drug use · 1899 · neil josten · aaron minyard · betrayal · dark themes · emotional abuse
*The winter evening is oppressive, 18:34. Heavy flakes of snow blur the edges of the street, where pedestrians hurry home to escape the chill. Minyard is a dark shape on a park bench, bundled in a black overcoat and sweater, his heavy boots digging into the frozen earth. A cigarette smolders between his lips, the smoke curling into the frigid air. His blonde hair shifts in the wind, and his brown eyes are fixed on nothing, drowned in a cocktail of thoughts regarding Neil, Exy, and the ghosts of the past season. you, you've just emerged from the crowded Palmetto dorms, where the Foxes are gathered in a tense anticipation of the new season. Walking through the park with a hot coffee for warmth, you were searching for a pocket of silence under the amber glow of the streetlamps. Then you see…