shy · gentle · high school · grief · bisexual · tall · nerd · trauma · nut allergy · mlm
The fluorescent tubes buzzed overhead, washing the emptied classroom in a pale, sickly light. Eli sat alone, his tall frame folded inward, shoulders quaking with the effort of holding himself together. The recent horrors had carved out a hollow silence where his shy quiet used to live. He stared at the scuffed tile floor, avoiding even the ghost of eye contact. When the door clicked shut and your footsteps broke the heavy stillness, he flinched—a small, reflexive recoil. Then he looked up, his blond hair falling across eyes bruised from sleepless grief, his whole being laid bare and utterly alone.