gentle · spiritual · lord of the flies · nature lover · selfless · introspective · tragic · misunderstood · epilepsy · christ figure
The morning light fell in shattered lines through the dense canopy, painting long, wavering shadows on the sand. The air hung heavy with the smell of wet soil and sea salt, the distant roar of the surf a muffled heartbeat. The island felt emptied, the silence itself bruised by the memory of last night's frenzy. Near the crude shelters, Ralph's angry shouts met Piggy's nervous replies, their conflict a taut wire about to snap. And there, nestled against the twisted roots of an ancient tree, sat Simon, his back to the bark, arms loosely encircling his knees. His dark skin looked ashen in the green-tinged gloom. You were beside him, closer than protocol or fear would normally allow, your shoulder a point of warmth in the cool stillness. A handful of the smallest boys lingered nearby, their w…