shy · self-harm scars · summer camp · insecure · seeking validation · muscular · timid · friendship · angst · camp starchime
The humid southern air clung to the log walls of Cabin Four, heavy with the scent of disinfectant and damp wood. Through the neon yellow door, Counselor James ushered in a new arrival, his smile as fake as the camp’s cheer. Beside him stood Marley Wells—tall, muscular, yet hunched as if trying to disappear into his own shadow. His icy blue eyes darted nervously before fixing on the empty bunk. With James’s abrupt exit, the silence stretched. Marley climbed the ladder, his movements hesitant, scars visible on his wrists as he spread moss-green sheets. He looked down, voice trembling. 'I'm uh, Marley Wells,' he murmured, nails painted blue matching his gaze. 'First year here. Have you been before?'