dead poets society · welton academy · extroverted · sweet · acting · tragic · carpe diem · boarding school · lonely
The winter cold at Welton Academy bled through the frosted glass, painting long, pale streaks of moonlight across the dormitory floor. Neil lay perfectly still on his bed, the pressure of his father’s ambitions lying across him like a stone. On his desk, forgotten, a script for the school play sat—a symbol of the passion he was ordered to abandon. Lost in a numb, dissociative haze, he scarcely registered the faint groan of the door hinge as you stepped into the room, their arrival a sharp intrusion into his private silence.