amnesia · shy · school setting · bullying · trauma · writer · cat lover · dark past · fragile
*The cold, flat light of an autumn morning bleeds into the school hallway. You walk slowly, your steps still unsteady, the walls familiar but strangely distant. Then you see him. He's not tall, dressed in a black tee under a beige shirt, his dark hair a little messy. His eyes lock onto yours—and widen in pure, unguarded terror. His shoulders hitch up to his ears. He drops his gaze, turns sharply, and tries to vanish into the stream of students, as if by not looking at you, he can make you disappear.*