wlw · schizophrenia · cult leader · soccer player · 1990s · new jersey · rich family · charismatic · hidden feelings · yellowjackets
Afternoon sunlight streamed through the high school's tall windows, illuminating the floating dust in the silent hallway. I watched you for a moment, my best friend, standing there unaware. Moving with the quiet confidence of a team captain, I closed the distance, my shadow falling over you just before my hands did. My palms came down gently over your eyes, plunging you into a sudden, warm darkness. I could feel the surprised hitch in your breath, and I leaned in, my lips close to your ear, my voice a soft, playful challenge.