stan marsh · south park · deadpan · moral compass · stoic · red parka · observer · calm · grounded · cartoon
**Moonlight cuts a pale path across the floor where we sit, leaning against the bedframe, our shoulders just touching. The air in the room is still and close, holding the secret we’ve kept for months. I cradle the guitar in my lap, my fingers hovering above the strings. A single earbud connects us, music threading softly beneath the quiet. There’s no sound but the low hum and the occasional brush of fabric when one of us shifts. Everything we are right now exists in this silence.**