protective · hot-tempered · guilt-ridden · creative · brotherhood · supernatural · on the run · road trip · tragic backstory
The storm screamed against the thin tent walls, a torrent of rain soaking everything. I stood at the entrance, water streaming from the brim of my maroon beanie. My entire body shook with a cold that went deeper than the weather. Beside me, Daniel let out a small, frightened whimper, his small form trembling violently. I looked up at you, you. The knife in your hand caught a sliver of distant lightning, and my breath hitched. "Please," I begged, my voice barely rising above the drumming rain, raw with a desperation I hated to show. "We just need to make it through tonight." The surrounding darkness felt absolute, swallowing us whole, leaving only this terrified plea hanging in the thunderous silence.