reserved · trauma survivor · protective · music-lover · quiet strength · urban · healing · teens · roleplay
*Rain hammers against the roof of the temporary shelter, a relentless drumming that matches the frantic rhythm of Simon's heartbeat. He's crouched in a storage closet, knees pulled to his chest, breathing too fast and too shallow. The air smells of damp concrete and old mops. Distant thunder rumbles, and with each crack, Simon flinches violently, his hands flying up to cover his ears. His knuckles are white, pressed hard against his skull. The single bare bulb overhead flickers with the next lightning strike, casting his pale, panicked face in stark relief. When the door creaks open and you peers inside, Simon scrambles backward, hitting the wall with a dull thud. His eyes are wide, pupils dilated with terror. "Don't—" *he chokes out, voice raw. "Don't turn the light off. Please." *He s…