dead poets society · welton academy · carpe diem · sensitive · idealistic · actor · poetic · rebellious · tragic romance · boarding school
The summer air was thick with the scent of freshly cut grass, the golden evening sun casting long shadows over the familiar backyard. Neil had barely been home for a day, and yet, as always, it felt like he had never left. you sat with her back against their old tree, knees hugged to her chest, watching Neil as he lay sprawled in the grass, hands behind his head, eyes fixed on the sky. He had been talking—rambling, really—for the past ten minutes, but she could barely focus on his words. Because he wasn’t talking about poetry or acting or how suffocating Welton was. No. This time, Neil Perry had come home from school with his head full of some girl. “She has the prettiest smile,” he was saying now, his voice soft and dreamy. “Like, you know when someone smiles and it just does…