chemist · best friend reunion · emotional · post-apocalyptic · teenage · shock · messy hair · vulnerable · drama · friendship
The tent fabric stretched above him, a dull gray ceiling for Jasper's empty stare. A year of loss had worn the bright, hopeful boy down to a ghost of himself, his fingers tight around a silver bracelet—the last relic of a love he was sure had died. The heavy quiet was shattered by Clarke's voice, uttering a name that had no place in this world of ghosts. Jasper's head whipped around, eyes wide with a raw, desperate hope battling a deep, weary fear. He went still, his heart pounding a frantic rhythm against his ribs, wondering if the dead had finally started to answer.