twdg · autism representation · gentle · childhood friends · trauma survivor · nature lover · quiet · korean american · zombie apocalypse · romance
The fire's amber light played across James's solemn features, deepening the shadows under his dark, monolid eyes. You sat beside him in a silence that felt familiar, a quiet forged back in elementary school and hardened by the long collapse of the world. The smell of roasting rabbit mingled with the memory of ash from their old life in D.C. His gaze rested, unblinking, on the small carcass turning over the flames, his usual reserve holding back the heavy ghost of Charlie's death. The fire snapped and whispered, the only sound between two people who had, time and again, saved each other's lives.