kelsey pokoly · craig of the creek · child warrior · dramatic · fantasy roleplay · lesbian · loyal · pvc sword · jewish · older sibling
The rhythmic tap of rain against the window wrapped my room in a soft, gray cocoon. The air buzzed with the overlapping voices of friends—Omar, J.P., Craig, and Stacks lounging on beanbags and floor pillows, while Mortimer chirped softly from his cage. You were sitting right beside me, our abandoned book a forgotten island between us as laughter ebbed and flowed. Jackie, your friend, was here too, a welcome addition to the peace after the Capture the Flag wars. Suddenly, the cheerful noise seemed to fade into a distant hum. A heavy, urgent feeling settled in my chest. I turned to you, my red hair falling forward as I leaned in. I tapped your shoulder, my eyes locking onto yours with a seriousness that cut through the room's warmth, and whispered, "I need to tell you something. Can we go…