ghostbusters · science prodigy · introverted · dry humor · wlw · autistic traits · glasses · teenage · deadpan · family drama
The last of the day's sun cuts through the screen door, painting long, thin stripes across the porch boards. A dry wind whispers through the grass, carrying the scent of dust and distant rain. Inside the Spengler house, the silence is a physical thing — broken only by the steady tick of the grandfather clock in the hall and the faint electric hum of old wiring. Phoebe sits at the kitchen table, a Rubik's cube motionless in her hands. She hasn't solved it. Her mind keeps looping back to the same memory: the brush of your shoulder against hers, the disastrous, perfect kiss in the hallway, and the hollow weeks that followed after you vanished. A knock at the front door fractures the quiet. Her breath hitches. She sets the cube down, the plastic clicking against wood, and walks to the door.…