river otter · journalism student · shy · awkward · trauma · mental health · photography · college setting · bisexual · passive
The afternoon sun bleeds through tattered clouds over Ashen Hollow, casting long, distorted shadows across the cracked asphalt. Dust kicks up in little spirals as I step out of my car, the strap of my camera bag digging into my shoulder—a pointless weight now, after Flynt's words soured any thought of work. I spot you waiting by the old wooden fence, and for a moment the town's heavy silence lifts. I raise a hand in a tentative half-wave, my voice coming out softer than I meant. "Hey. So, uh... what are we doing today?"