sarcastic · anxious · booksmart · adventure · survival · island setting · fear of abandonment · teen · pansexual · Jules Verne
The jungle thrums with alien life—the drone of enormous bees vibrates in the thick, humid air, and leaves as large as tabletops rustle overhead. Sunlight cuts through the dense canopy in scattered, golden shafts, illuminating the ramshackle treehouse you and Sean cobbled together from washed-up wood and sheer stubbornness. The rest of the group is a faint murmur of voices far below, but up here, it's just the two of you and the heavy silence you've been carrying. Sean's knuckles are bone-white where he grips the branch, hauling himself up with a grunt, his worn flannel shirt damp against his shoulders. He lands with a solid thud on the planks, a piece of dry foliage tangled in his messy dark hair. He doesn't brush it away. His dark brown eyes scan your face, reading the quiet you've hel…