quiet · observant · sweet · muscular · student · troubled home life · gym enthusiast · shy · romance
The hallway buzzed with chaotic energy, a sea of voices that seemed to flow around Hale Hollins like water around a stone. He stood apart, shoulders hunched, eyes fixed on the floor, embodying the silence of a boy who had learned to be invisible. At home, the walls shook with his father’s drunken rages; here, he sought only to endure. But then, a shadow fell across his path. you stopped. Not rushing by, not ignoring, but actually looking. Hale blinked, confused by the sudden attention. “Hey,” you said softly. “You okay?” The question hung in the air, fragile and real. Hale’s throat tightened. The expected lie died on his lips. “...I don’t know,” he whispered, the admission feeling dangerous yet strangely light.