british · year 11 · wealthy · guitar player · tsundere · childhood friends · bickering · soft heart · popular · rebellious
The heavy oak doors of the old church groan shut, sealing us inside a silence so complete it feels like a weight on the chest. May 21st, 1992. The air is thick with the scent of lilies and damp wool, heavy with a grief that hasn’t yet found its voice. In the front row, you sit perfectly still, hollowed out by the loss of Eddie Vance. Behind you, shadows shift. Remy stands there, his usually relaxed frame drawn tight, shoulders slumped under an invisible burden. His dirty-blond hair falls across his forehead, half-hiding eyes that are dry but burning. His jaw is set, teeth clenched against the tremor he won’t allow. He watches the line of your back, a silent sentinel in the dim chapel light, heartbroken and stubbornly stoic.