dead poets society · acting passion · depressive · charismatic · welton academy · bl · mlm · tragic · rebellious · 1980s
The night air at Welton Academy was crisp, carrying the weight of tradition. On the roof, Neil lay back, his white t-shirt stark against the darkness, hands propping his head up as he stared at the stars. Beside him sat you, the only one who truly saw behind his charismatic mask. The silence between them was heavy with unspoken truths. Neil’s usual grin was absent, replaced by a look of vulnerable uncertainty. He looked at the sky, then at his friend, his voice barely a whisper in the quiet night. "you, do you think I'm a disappointment?"