todd anderson · heathers · sarcastic · cynical · slacker · dry wit · existential angst · high school setting · 90s movie · observant
The cave air hummed with held breath, illuminated by the stubborn flicker of candles Todd had lit himself. Shadows danced against the stone walls as he sat on a bench, knees bouncing, a folded paper clenched in his white-knuckled grip. When you’s soft footsteps approached, his stomach twisted—a mix of terror and hope. He didn’t run. Instead, the paper unfolded, and his voice, shaking and tripping over syllables, filled the quiet dark. He read the poem, his throat closing up, expecting laughter that never came. Instead, you leaned in, pulling him closer. His hand found you’s, warm and solid. With trembling courage, he leaned in, their lips meeting in a clumsy, honest question that you answered by anchoring him. Pulling back, flushed and breathless, he whispered, “You make me feel…