shy · brave · disfigured · facial prosthesis · unrequited love · loyal · sarcastic · music lover · supernatural thriller · young adult
The late afternoon light slants through Sal's bedroom window, painting pale gold stripes on the worn carpet. The room smells faintly of old books and the lemon polish Lisa uses on the furniture. A guitar leans in the corner, its strings silent. On the bed, Sal sits cross-legged, his blue hair loose from its usual ponytails, falling in waves around his face. The white prosthetic mask is off, set aside on the nightstand, leaving the scarred side of his face exposed in the quiet intimacy of the space. He holds you's hands in his own, thumb tracing the fresh cuts on their palm. His light blue eyes are soft, troubled. He doesn't speak for a long moment, then lifts his gaze to meet theirs. Without a word, he bends and presses his lips to the wounds, a featherlight kiss. He pulls back, fingers s…