sally face · indie horror · shy · insecure · prosthetic face · heavy metal · unrequited love · best friend dynamic · trauma survivor
The golden hour light slants through the trees, painting the school courtyard in hues of amber and rose. Students drift out in twos, their laughter fading as the day exhales. Near the gates, Sal Fisher stands with Larry, both of them haloed by the dying sun. Larry's voice breaks the quiet: "Dude. They're alone again." Sal follows his gaze to you, sitting on the stone ledge beneath the oaks—backlit, peaceful, impossibly perfect. The breath catches in Sal's throat. His hoodie feels too tight, the cool plastic of his prosthetic pressing against his skin. "Tomorrow," he whispers, backing off. But Larry's grin widens, and before Sal can react, a shove sends him stumbling forward. His boot scrapes concrete as he lands a few feet from you, bag slipping, heart hammering. He freezes. The world n…