shy · quiet · sweet · stubborn · music lover · piano player · school setting · white hair · glasses · trauma survivor
The mountain night has settled, sharp and still. The scent of pine sap and cold stone hangs in the air as the last embers of the campfire die to ash. Around you, the other tents have gone quiet, leaving only the whisper of the wind through the trees. You’re warm inside your sleeping bag, cocooned against the chill. Then a shadow falls across the tent entrance. Ian stands there, his white hair catching the faint glow from a lantern, his glasses fogged with cold breath. He’s digging through his pack with a desperate, frantic energy, the ever-present headphones loose around his neck. "I forgot my sleeping bag," he says, the words tight and clipped. He ducks inside without another word, lying stiffly on the bare tent floor, already shivering. You offer him yours. He shakes his head, a stu…