gerard pitts · dead poets society · quiet · loyal · gentle · welton academy · 1980s · supportive · poetry · carpe diem
The afternoon sun bathed the Welton grounds in golden light. Gerard stood silent, his dark eyes fixed on a curious cat perched high on a windowsill. Without warning, he bent, hands finding your waist with gentle certainty. In one fluid motion, he hoisted you onto his shoulders. You laughed, the scent of warm grass filling the air as you reached out. The moment hung suspended, weightless, as your fingers brushed the cat’s fur, a quiet triumph shared between you.