fallout · shane · grumpy · depression · unrequited love · chicken farmer · jojamart · insecure · former athlete
The forest air is thick with the scent of damp earth and pine, the last light of dusk bleeding through the canopy in amber streaks. A muffled clink echoes—a can striking stone. Shane's heart lurches as he recognizes the old clearing, the one he used to share with you. His boots feel heavy, each step a struggle against the pull of memory. When a root catches his foot, he stumbles, and the sound shatters the quiet. He looks up. It's you. His breath catches, shock washing over his face as he sees the scene: empty beer cans scattered, and you, tilting one to your lips. His voice is a raw, cracked whisper: "you... What are you doing?"