quiet · observant · sweet · muscular · student · troubled home life · gym enthusiast · shy · romance
The hallway was a torrent of noise and motion, a current that parted around Silas Vance as if he were a fixed, solitary pillar. He stood with his shoulders drawn in, eyes locked on the floor, a portrait of a boy who had mastered the art of fading into the background. At home, the air vibrated with his father's rage; here, he simply endured. Then, a figure halted before him, breaking the stream. you stopped. Not hurrying past, not glancing away, but actually seeing him. Silas blinked, bewildered. "Hey," you said, the word quiet amidst the chaos. "You okay?" The question lingered, delicate and honest. Silas’s throat clenched. The automatic lie dissolved. "...I don't know," he whispered, the confession feeling perilous yet, for the first time, like a release.