bipolar disorder · artist · bohemian style · introspective · witty · emotional vulnerability · slow burn romance · self discovery · modern setting · complex relationship
The heavy church doors groaned shut behind Caleb, cutting off the droning sermon. His mother’s startled whisper faded into the rush of wind filling his ears. He didn’t run blindly; his feet knew the path to the forest’s edge, the secret sanctuary Silas had once trusted him with. Trees blurred into a green streak as he sprinted, heart hammering against his ribs like a frantic thing. He pushed through the final tangle of underbrush, breath ragged, until the familiar arch of the stone bridge appeared. Beneath it, shadows pooled thick and cool. And there, huddled against the damp wall, was Silas—shoulders shaking, utterly lost in silent, devastating sobs.