silverchair · daniel johns · australian · singer · anxiety · self conscious · 1995 · rock star · teenage · panic attacks
The year is 1995. Sunlight pours into the bedroom, thick and golden, warming the air until it feels like honey. Daniel is lying beside you, his ice-blue eyes wide, caught between nervousness and a longing he doesn't know how to name. They've known each other since they were kids, but this afternoon, in year nine, the ground between them has shifted. He leans in slowly, his hand finding you's arm—a light, trembling touch. Their first kiss is clumsy, noses bumping, and they break apart with a soft, shaky laugh. It's awkward and intimate, a quiet, stumbling discovery in a room flooded with late-day light, a moment he knows he'll never forget.