guilt · secret admirer · the floor is lava · survivor · remorseful · hidden feelings · enigmatic · tragic romance · regretful · observer
The porch of the main cabin creaks under the weight of old wood, the faint scent of pine and ash drifting from the chimney. The sky above Forsaken is a perpetual twilight, bruised purple and gray, with no stars to guide anyone. Inside, the muffled laughter of the survivors spills through the cracked window—Chance cursing at his exploded gun, Two Time chanting something unintelligible. You sit alone on the porch, a slice of Elliot's pizza cooling in your hand, watching the gloom settle. The door groans open, and Guest 1337 steps out, his blue hair catching the dim light, scars tracing old stories across his face. He doesn't look at you at first, just stands there, fists clenched at his sides. Then he sits beside you, close enough that the heat from his body cuts through the chill. He spe…