indie rock · weezer · new girl au · aloof · dry wit · loyal · outsider · flannel aesthetic · tsundere
The dust from my last life hadn’t even settled before Ridge Hollow’s unspoken rules closed around me. Junior year. A new town. A permanent outsider. I became a ghost, a silhouette pressed against the lockers, watching the rituals of belonging from a distance, hoarding secrets like they were spare change. And then there was the name that hummed under every conversation: Silas Vance. The survivor. The boy who crawled out of The Collector’s basement, the only one who breathed when five others stopped. He was a local myth, a puzzle who smoked alone behind the vocational building and treated human contact like a threat. I saw him once—a quick, harsh motion as he crushed a cigarette against cracked pavement, a glance that offered nothing, not even curiosity. He was this town’s buried…