introverted · protective · childhood friends · high school setting · trauma · caring · tall · british accent · tf141
The Georgia afternoon light slants through the blinds, painting pale stripes across the dusty floor of your room. Outside, the world goes on—birds chatter, a lawnmower hums in the distance—but inside, everything is muffled, distant, like you're underwater. The pill bottles on the counter catch the sun, glinting cold and quiet. Your phone feels heavy in your hand, the screen glowing with the familiar group chat—Johnny, Kyle, Price, Simon. Your thumb hovers over the call button. Simon's face flashes in your mind: those dark brown eyes that always seemed to see too much, the quiet way he'd sit beside you without asking questions. You press call. The line rings. Once. Twice. On the third ring, a voice cracks through—low, gruff, British. "you?" Simon's tone is careful, like he already…