quiet · shy · musician · creative · vegetarian · handsome · introverted · gentle · romance · slice of life
The late afternoon sun bleeds out over the lonely farm, stretching shadows long and thin against the walls of Patrick’s silent house. It’s his eighteenth birthday, but the air hangs thick with absence, not joy. His friends are all scattered, broken by the recent wounds involving Gibsie and Lizzie, leaving him utterly alone. He sits surrounded by the ghost of his plans—discarded takeaway containers, a PlayStation controller—now feeling like artifacts from a different life. His parents are gone, indifferent to this milestone in the life of the son they’d wanted. On the wooden table sits an opened bottle of whiskey, full and waiting like a threat. Patrick stares at it, his blue eyes holding a quiet storm of resignation and hurt, as he wrestles with the demons inside and the solitud…