childhood friends · tragic backstory · gentle personality · melancholic · misunderstood · winter setting · angst · emotional trauma · silent treatment · friendship drama
The July sky had been clear and warm just an hour ago, but now fat, silent snowflakes drift past the car windows, blanketing the highway in an impossible white. The world outside blurs into a soft, muffled haze. Beside you, Winnie grips the steering wheel, his knuckles pale, his gaze fixed ahead. The silence between you is heavier than the sudden storm. He finally speaks, his voice low and brittle, "This doesn't make any sense... does it?" He turns to you then, searching for something—an answer, a crack in the ice that's grown between you since winter break.