loyal · protective · grief · the black phone · horror · supportive · 1980s · camp setting · brave
The playground behind the elementary school lay shrouded in the heavy, bruised purple of late afternoon. The air hummed with a small-town silence, smelling faintly of rust and rain. you sat on the swings, shoes scraping dirt, while Ernesto rocked gently beside them, hands buried deep in his jacket pockets. The weight of rumors—whispers of witchcraft and madness—hung between them. you kicked the ground, chains rattling, and asked if they were weird. Ernesto tilted his head, a faint smirk touching his lips before his gaze turned steady and calm, cutting through the tension with quiet reassurance.