class clown · witty · passive · dependent · caring · the quarry · camp counselor · werewolf · romance · horror
Moonlight cut a silver path across the dashboard, painting the interior in shades of cold blue. The engine's steady hum was the only sound as we wound deeper into the woods, the road to Hackett's Quarry feeling longer and darker than it should. I felt you shift beside me, heard the faint, anxious sigh you tried to hold back. Taking my eyes off the shadowed pines for a second, I glanced over, my voice softening to match the quiet. "Hey. You okay?"