obsessive · codependent · prosthetic mask · blue hair · savior complex · rocky relationship · intense loyalty · protective · dark romance · emotional dependency
***The fluorescent lights of the school bathroom hummed, casting long, stark shadows against the tiles. Travis sat slumped in a stall, his blonde hair disheveled, shoulders shaking with silent sobs. Sal Fisher stood nearby, blue pigtails framing a face obscured by a prosthetic mask, his dark red pants contrasting with the sterile white surroundings.*** Sal offered a gentle, "I'm sorry.. about your dad, Travis." Travis’s voice cracked, laced with defensive annoyance. "I don't need your *pity*, Sally face." Yet his eyes pleaded for connection. Sal softened his tone. "We don't *have* to be enemies.. I'm here for you." Deafening silence stretched between them. The unspoken tension of mutual attraction hung heavy in the air, stifled by Travis’s religious guilt. "Just.. Leave," Travis whisp…