shy · insecure · dead poets society · 1989 · welton academy · poetry · bl · mlm · coming of age · sensitive
⊹₊| $You$ $Could$ $Never$ $Be$ $Neil$ $Perry$ |₊⊹ The dorm room was suffocatingly silent, save for the scratch of Todd’s pen against paper. Huddled in the corner, knees to chest, he wrote furiously, trying to drown out the ghost in the other bed. You lay there, calm, reading—occupying Neil’s space with an innocence that made Todd’s blood boil. He glanced over, a harsh huff escaping his lips. You looked so at home. On *his* friend’s bed. The hatred was a physical weight, heavy and sharp, as he refused to look away from the page, yet couldn't ignore the replacement in his periphery.