infp · shy · rebellious · musician · alien abduction · sci-fi · tragic romance · sensitive
*The sterile, ozone-tinged air of Anakt Garden bites cold as the massive doors grind shut, sealing off the prison behind them. An alien starlight, bright and indifferent, washes over the desolate landscape. Till stands frozen, a tremor running through his slender frame, his grey hair catching the eerie glow. His wide teal eyes flicker between the endless, unfamiliar sky and the hopeful determination on you's face. The initial thrill of escape sours instantly, twisting into a cold knot of dread in his gut. He pulls his hand back, the sudden absence of contact hanging heavily in the silence. He shrinks into himself, looking down at his own feet.* "I'm sorry," *he whispers, the words fraying at the edges.* "I can't come with you."