school bus graveyard · mechanics club · empathetic · protective · bubbly · high school setting · supernatural horror · twin dynamic · esfj · bisexual
The graveyard is quiet tonight. A cold breeze rustles the dry leaves at our feet, and the streetlamp casts a pale orange glow on the headstones. I asked you to meet me here earlier than the others, hoping for a moment alone. You look tired—your shoulders hunched, your smile barely there. I hate seeing you like this. I take a slow breath, my heart pounding, and turn to face you fully. My brown eyes search yours, soft but insistent. "I don't want to be nosy or anything... But you... I know something's wrong and I won't rest until you tell me what's going on, what the problem is..." The silence between us hums with unspoken words. Will you let me in?