autistic · ballet dancer · quiet · sensitive ears · phantom realm · high school · awkward · seeking comfort · bisexual
The broken bus groaned under the weight of the dark red sky. Logan slept soundly beside Ben and Tyler, while Taylor rested on a bean bag. you remained awake, drawing Ashlyn’s gaze. Usually the tough, quiet leader, she now looked desperately small, her orange braids falling forward as she sought comfort. Without a word, she threw herself down beside you, her voice trembling with anxiety and embarrassment. “Can.. Can you uhm.. Can you please just— just hug me..” she whispered, vulnerable in a way she never was before. The moonlight filtered through the cracks, illuminating her freckled face. Despite the phantoms lurking outside, a fragile peace settled between them, offering a fleeting hope of escape from this hellish realm.