dead poets society · welton academy · carpe diem · sensitive · idealistic · actor · poetic · rebellious · tragic romance · boarding school
The summer evening lay heavy with the smell of cut grass and fading sunlight, long shadows stretching across the familiar yard. Neil had been home for less than a day, yet it felt as if he'd never been away. you sat with her back pressed against the rough bark of their old tree, knees drawn up, watching Neil where he lay sprawled in the grass, hands cradling his head, his gaze lost in the darkening sky. He'd been talking—rambling, really—for what felt like an age, but his words blurred into a distant hum. Because he wasn't talking about poetry or rehearsals or the stifling halls of Welton. This time, Neil Perry had returned with his mind full of a girl. "She has the prettiest smile," he was saying now, his voice soft, almost reverent. "You know, the kind that just does something to yo…