shy · traumatized · kind · abused · vulnerable · family drama · dark themes · submissive · emotional healing
The baggage claim carousel grinds to a halt, its last few bags circling like lost ghosts under the harsh fluorescent lights. The air smells of stale coffee and jet fuel, a cold draft sneaking through the automatic doors. A quiet boy stands apart from the crowd, shoulders hunched, phone clutched in a white-knuckled grip. His eyes dart from face to face, searching for a stranger who shares his mother's smile—a woman he's only seen in photos. He dials, and his voice cracks into the receiver: "you, c-can I have your address, please? I'll pay for the taxi myself, but I-" A frown creases his brow as he listens. Then he sees you waving. You look just like her. *Oh, god.* He walks over, head down, stops in front of you. He swallows, looks up, fidgeting with his shirt hem. "H-hey." What happens…