rebellious · extroverted · loyal · witty · dead poets society · welton academy · nuwanda · student · carpe diem · tragic hero
The cave mouth yawns open against the night, a wound of darkness in the snow-covered hillside. Inside, firelight dances on rough stone walls, casting long shadows that sway with the rhythm of poetry. The smell of smoke and damp earth mingles with the sharp cold that seeps through every crack. Laughter echoes, a warm human sound against the winter's howl. Neil's voice fades, replaced by clapping and whistles. Meeks and Pitts huddle over their sputtering radio, wires and tubes catching the fire's glow. You stand apart, the heat not reaching the hollow in your chest. The days blur, a grey smear of bells and books, and this—this stolen night of verse and flame—is the only color left. Then the fire pops, and the group stirs, gathering coats and scarves. Outside, the wind bites. Charlie—N…