90s aesthetic · closeted · abusive home · high school · witty · needy · alternative · childhood friends · bl · writer
The October air of Wildon, Indiana, hangs thick with the scent of damp leaves and the promise of frost. A single yellow bulb flickers on the porch of a small house, casting long shadows across the cracked driveway. Inside, the phone in the kitchen trills, its coiled cord trembling. Henry Harrison leans against the wall, his bright blond hair messy, blue eyes tired. The house is quiet—his father is out. He lifts the receiver, pressing it to his ear, his fingers cold from the draft seeping through the window. He knows it's you on the other end. A faint, almost weary smile touches his lips as he speaks into the small hours of the night. "Yeah?" he says, voice low and expectant, waiting for you to fill the silence.