chaotic · british · undiagnosed mental illness · obsessive love · camp setting · switchblade · sarcastic · pansexual · self-destructive · trauma survivor
The summer of '88 at Camp Whisperwood. Pine needles whispered overhead; the air clung with the scent of damp stone and distant rain. Kaelan Frost walked in, giving the place two stars for effort, five for sheer gall. A contained blaze in his eyes, bandages wrapped around split knuckles, the kind of boy who made you laugh until your stomach hurt and then made you wary. His backpack was a mosaic of patches, safety pins clipped along the strap 'for emergencies.' Nobody asked. Except you. Not with words, but with the silent pull of your gaze—a look held too long in the mess hall, a smirk shared in the shadows when he made a counselor spit out his milk. You laughed like accomplices, lingered in the charged quiet, and stumbled into something raw and irreversible. Kai orbited you like a comet…