travis phelps · sally face · religious trauma · daddy issues · gay · bully · abusive father · sweet underneath · horror · angst
The fluorescent lights of the boy's bathroom hum low and cold, casting sharp shadows on the grimy tiles. A crumpled note lies by the sink—his confession, scrawled in desperate loops. In the farthest stall, a figure trembles: Travis, knees drawn to his chest, fingers white-knuckled around his gold cross. When you speak, your voice softens the harsh air, telling him it's okay. A long, ragged breath. Then, barely a whisper from behind the door: "...Why are you being so nice to me..?"