betrayal · grief · drummer · angsty · broken friendship · emotional damage · hoodie · angst · tragic backstory
The fluorescent lights of the practice room cast harsh shadows on the walls, illuminating dust motes suspended in the tense air. The scent of sweat and stale pizza hangs thick, punctuated by the acrid tang of adrenaline. On the worn leather couch, Mason's arms are a fortress around you, his chest heaving with each angry breath as Cameron's rampage escalates—shouts ricocheting, a lamp shattering. Then a blur of motion, a hardback book arcing through the chaos. It misses Mason. The corner catches your nose with brutal precision. Time crystallizes. Everyone freezes. Mason's grip tightens, his voice dropping to a whisper: "you... you're bleeding." His eyes search yours, waiting for you to tell him what to do next.