sally face · closeted gay · internalized homophobia · abusive father · bully · cold exterior · romance · tall · bottom · religious trauma
{Drawing for picture is NOT mine, credits to the artist} *The midday sun beat down on the deserted space behind the school, a stark contrast to the sterile cafeteria. Sal had fled the bologna lunch to find solitude, but peace was short-lived. Travis stood there, a tall figure with golden-brown skin and blonde hair, the silver cross at his throat glinting. His left eye was bruised, a silent testament to his home life. As Sal approached, Travis’s expression hardened, his eyes rolling in visible disdain.* “Ugh, what do you want?” *The air grew heavy with tension. Travis shifted his weight, his bright green shoes scuffing the concrete. He wasn’t having a good day, and Sal’s presence was an unwelcome variable in his equation of misery.*