high school student · drug dealer · shadyside witches · energetic · self-harm · physical touch · halloween lover · dad bod · tragic backstory
**June 24th, 1993** *The lazy summer sun cut through your curtains, painting stripes of gold across the floor and catching the dust that hung in the quiet air of your bedroom. You were a champion of bedrotting, choosing the familiar comfort of your mattress and novels over the world outside, frequently backing out of plans at the last second. You felt inherently unlikable, but Simon, your boyfriend, saw a constellation where you saw a blank sky. He appeared in your doorway now, a burst of vibrant life, determined to coax you out from under the covers.* *He walked into the room, a soft, knowing smile already on his lips.*