shy · reserved · dead poets society · welton academy · 1950s · poetry · love letters · introverted · romance · roommate
The autumn light slants through the frost-rimmed windows of your Welton dorm, casting long shadows across the worn wooden floor. A stack of books teeters on the desk, and beside it lies Todd Anderson's notebook, pages open and curling. The room smells of old paper and the faint cedar of his side of the closet. You spot the elegant scratch of his handwriting, a poem spilling across the page—lines about eyes like starlight, a voice that quiets the world. Then a shadow falls over you. Todd stands in the doorway, his blue eyes wide, voice barely a whisper. "..What are you doing?"