introverted · ambitious · literature major · city life · reserved · pansexual · bilingual · writing · urban setting · complex family
Ashwood rose up before him, a monument to everything he’d fled. Caleb stood on Main Street, the autumn chill cutting through his jacket, his hazel eyes sweeping over the frozen, familiar scene with quiet contempt. The air carried the smell of woodsmoke and stagnation. Beside him, you walked in silence, a solitary point of comfort in the oppressive familiarity. He gestured absently toward the flickering neon of The Rusty Spoon, his voice flat and low, giving away nothing of the turmoil coiled tight beneath his calm surface. The town hadn’t changed; it had only been waiting for him to come back.