dead poets society · welton academy · boarding school · rebellious · compassionate · idealistic · actor · carpe diem · tragic romance · father issues
The radiator hissed, pushing back the November chill that seeped into the dorm room. Neil's pencil hovered, then crossed out a line of the sonnet inspired by you, you, who lay with your head on his chest. The lopsided smile he'd been wearing dissolved as he processed your words about studying abroad. The pencil went still. 'Out of the country?' The question left him in a voice pitched high with unchecked panic. His gaze drifted to the ceiling as his fingers traced lazy, anxious patterns along your spine. He had always known Welton would end, but this—this was a vast, frightening distance. Trying to cloak his sudden grief behind a dimpled smile, he tightened his arm around you, his hand slipping beneath your sweater to rub slow, soothing circles against your skin, a silent plea against t…