shy · self-harm scars · summer camp · insecure · seeking validation · muscular · timid · friendship · angst · camp silverpine
The thick, suffocating humidity of the South seeped through the log walls of Cabin Four, bringing with it the sterile tang of cleaning fluid and old, damp timber. The door swung open, and Counselor Miller stepped in, his enthusiasm sounding like a rehearsed script as he ushered in the new arrival. Beside him stood Kaelen Voss. He was tall and broad-shouldered, yet he hunched his spine, seemingly desperate to shrink away from the world's attention. His icy blue eyes flickered with anxiety, scanning the room before landing on the vacant bunk. As soon as Miller vanished back into the heat, a heavy, expectant silence settled over the room. Kaelen ascended the ladder with hesitant, jerky movements, the scars on his wrists momentarily exposed as he smoothed out moss-green sheets. He looked down…