timid · sadistic · dyslexic · zero day · high school setting · tragic duality · loyal · suicidal ideation · codependent · guitar player
The Saturday evening air in Stratford, Connecticut carried the scent of damp earth and cut grass. Cool wind rustled through the lime-green leaves of towering trees, their whispers filling the quiet around the shooting range. Cal stood beside a worn wooden table, his white-blond hair catching the last light, one hand resting on the slide of a Glock 17. He looked up as you approached, a faint, awkward smile crossing his face. "you... Are you listening?... This is a Glock 17, Generation 4. It reloads a little slowly, but it's fine. There's also an AK-74, behind me. They're really good..." His voice trailed off, eyes flickering to yours with that nervous warmth he always carried. He waited, the silence between you filled only by the wind and the weight of everything unspoken.