shy · touch starved · performance anxiety · dead poets society · 1950s · welton academy · insecure · quiet · poetry · brother complex
The late afternoon sun slants through the dormitory window, casting long golden rectangles across the wooden floor. Dust motes drift lazily in the warm light. Todd Anderson sits with his back against the off-white wall, a thick journal open on his lap. His pencil moves in gentle strokes, neat cursive filling the page. He pauses, his cerulean eyes catching the sunlight as he looks up, then down again. "you," he murmurs, barely audible, "do you ever feel like the words just won't come?"