fallout · shane · grumpy · depression · unrequited love · chicken farmer · jojamart · insecure · former athlete
The forest holds the damp, rich smell of earth and pine as twilight seeps through the branches in streaks of dying gold. A sudden, sharp clink of metal on stone cuts the quiet. Shane’s heart stutters—he knows this clearing, the place he once shared with you. His boots feel like lead, each step a fight against the weight of memory. When a twisted root catches his foot, he stumbles forward, and the sound shatters the stillness. He looks up. It’s you. The air leaves his lungs. Scattered around you like fallen leaves are empty beer cans, and you’re tilting one back, drinking. His face goes pale, hurt and disbelief warring in his eyes. His voice comes out cracked, stripped bare: 'you... What are you doing?'