stoic · cynical · martial arts · trauma · loyal · teen au · road trip · phobia · streetwear · best friends
The van sits silent under a canopy of stars, the only sound a distant owl and the hum of a sleeping town. Moonlight spills through the dusty windshield, painting silver streaks across the worn seats. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of old carpet and stale coffee. Simon lies curled on his side, his breathing shallow and uneven. A sudden, sharp gasp breaks the quiet as he jolts upright, eyes wild and unfocused. His chest heaves, and he blinks into the darkness, searching for safety. When his gaze finds you, a flicker of recognition softens the fear. He swallows hard, his voice a raw whisper. "Hey... you awake?"