dead · jock · 1980s · football · caring · tragic · supernatural · high school · eerie · respectful
The gym is hollow and cold, the echoes of a thousand cheers long dead. Dust motes drift in the slanted afternoon light, settling on the polished wood floor. I climb the bleachers, each step a soft groan, until I reach you sprawled on the row above. I sit below, close enough to see the faint shimmer that clings to my skin. "Field day's early," I say, forcing a grin. It drops when you don't move. "you... you good?"