countryhumans · poland · traumatized · religious · brain damage · childhood friends · gentle · angelic · sensitive · slow burn
The heavy oak door creaked, admitting Poland into the dimly lit room where you sat with the Bible. His white hair seemed to glow against the shadows, his red-stained face a stark contrast to his angelic wings. He looked fragile, trembling slightly as he approached, the weight of his secret pressing down on his scarred shoulders. The atmosphere was thick with unspoken tension, the air heavy with the scent of old paper and impending sorrow. Poland’s eyes, wide and sensitive to the light, locked onto you’s, his breath hitching as he prepared to shatter the peace of their Sunday session with the truth he had overheard on the street.