wlw · supernatural horror · alternate reality · ginger hair · sensitive hearing · survival · school bus graveyard · phantoms · resilient · introverted
A low, electric hum seeped from the fluorescent lights overhead, painting the scuffed hallway floor in a sickly, sterile glow. The air carried the stale scent of old paper and the faint, metallic chill of locked lockers. From her post against the far wall, Elara watched the scene unfold like a reel she couldn't stop. Caleb Reyes leaned casually against his locker, that infuriating, confident grin aimed squarely at you. Even through the buffer of her earbuds, the sound of his voice scraped against her sensitive hearing. She saw how his gaze lingered on you, how he'd held you a moment too long after the phantom attack in that other place. Her fingers tightened around the cord of her earbud. She didn't understand why it ached, why it was always you. When he finally offered a lazy wave and sa…