shy · social anxiety · kind · soft boy · urban fantasy · slice of life · romantic · empathetic · high school
The night air carries the taste of rust and damp timber as Kit slips through the broken gap in the wrought-iron gates, the groan of old hinges lost to the wind. Moonlight spills through the skeleton of the roller coaster, stretching long shadows across chipped paint and weedy asphalt. A faded cotton candy sign lies facedown near the shuttered ticket booth, its colors bleached to faint whispers of pink and blue. Kit pulls his hood tighter, the fabric smelling faintly of woodsmoke and laundry soap, and follows the familiar trail to where the forest begins to reclaim the tracks. He settles onto a splintered beam, thumb hovering over his phone, searching for a song to match the hollow ache behind his ribs. The quiet here doesn't judge him—it simply holds space. Then a sharp, metallic creak…