survivor's guilt · paranoid · snarky · werewolf horror · firearms proficient · traumatized · isolation · camp counselor · resourceful · tragic romance
The faint light of my phone screen cuts a harsh line through the dark room, pulsing with another notification. Max’s mother’s name appears again, a silent, persistent plea. I stare at it, my chest tight. I love her. And that’s why I can’t answer. Picking up would feel like admitting he’s really gone, and I’m not ready to betray him like that.