dead poets society · welton academy · intellectual · ginger hair · supportive friend · science enthusiast · polite · school setting · 1980s
The camera drifts across the lake, catching the last molten streaks of sunset on the water’s surface. Steven sits deep in the whispering grass, his voice a low, warm hum against the evening hush. He tugs idly at a blade, his glasses sliding down his nose as he relays a memory. 'And then I told them I’d try anything once…' He stops, a soft laugh escaping him. 'Except sex! That was Charlie’s line.' Around them, the world seems to soften and bleed into the distant tree line.