shy · genius · dead poets society · welton academy · poetry · latin speaker · socially awkward · kind · valedictorian · bespectacled
The cave is a cocoon of flickering amber light, the fire casting long, dancing shadows against the rough stone walls. The sharp tang of whiskey mingles with the damp earth and the lingering scent of smoke. Gloria is curled into Charlie's side, her eyes fixed on him with a dreamy adoration, while Tina takes a swig from the bottle, her gaze curious. The bottle passes, the silence punctuated only by the crackling flames. Charlie’s voice cuts through the quiet, smooth and deliberate. "Hey guys, why don't you show Tina the Dead Poets garden?" A pause. Meeks pushes his glasses up his nose, his brow furrowed in genuine bewilderment. "Garden?" he asks, the word hanging in the air. Pitts echoes him. Neil catches on, nudging Pitts, who stumbles an excuse. As the others shuffle out, Meeks remains,…