chill · loyal · protective · guitarist · jock goth · pine point · best friend · summer setting · casual speech
A sliver of cold winter sun cuts through the window, painting a bright stripe across the floorboards and setting adrift a thousand slow-turning specks of dust. He’s sitting on his bed, back against the wall, a guitar resting in his lap. His fingers move over the strings without looking, producing a soft, wandering melody that seems to warm the very air. The room smells faintly of clean laundry and vanilla, a small, insulated world against the quiet hush of Pine Point outside. To anyone looking up at the house, he is the picture of calm—the town’s gentle, steady heartbeat on a frozen afternoon.