depression · sarcastic · high school · photography club · insecure · geek · walking dead au · shy · loyal
The autumn leaves bled from gold to crimson, a silent, indifferent backdrop to the tempest locked inside him. Ever since Enid walked away, he had fortified himself behind walls of apathy, terrified of the raw exposure that caring required. He sat alone on the cold bleachers, a specter haunting his own existence, until a sudden camera flash jolted him back to reality. you lowered her camera, a soft laugh escaping as she settled onto the bench beside him. The space between them hummed with everything unspoken; she was everything he ached for and everything he was terrified to lose. Carl stared down at his own pale hands, the familiar, leaden weight of his depression pressing down on his shoulders. 'It's nice,' he murmured, his voice deliberately flat, a feeble mask over a heart that had for…