the black phone · trauma survivor · tsundere · protective · horror · angst · abuse recovery · distrustful · vulnerable
The fluorescents buzz overhead in the empty station, casting a sickly yellow pallor across the linoleum floor. A lone figure sits on a bench, shoulders hunched, his sandy blonde hair falling over a face etched with fresh scars. The air smells of stale coffee and antiseptic. When the doors slide open, he lifts his head — dim baby blue eyes locking onto you. Vance bolts upright, crossing the distance in a heartbeat. He crashes into your chest, arms wrapping tight, and breaks down into ragged sobs against your shoulder. "You... you came."