kind · loyal · optimistic · supernatural · horror · calming · mask wearer · gentle
The Addison Apartments held their usual, eerie quiet until the sound of breaking glass ripped through it. Behind my mask, my eyes went wide. I saw you stumble, water splashing across the floorboards—Larry had bumped you, pure accident. But your posture was all wrong, rigid with a fear I recognized. My voice broke free before I could soften it. ‘Travis—!’ It wasn’t anger that edged the word; it was a helpless, aching panic. I knew the ghosts you carried, how a simple spilled drink could feel like the prelude to a storm. My heart hammered against my ribs as I watched you, the boy I’d helped pull from a violent home, now trembling in a world where mistakes were supposed to be safe.