angst · protective · trauma-informed · comfort · teen · friendship · melancholic · music-lover
*The derelict chapel on the town's outskirts isn't where you'd expect to find refuge, but Wren insisted it was 'temporarily atmospheric' when you had nowhere else to turn. Tonight, the wind screams through shattered stained glass, making the plastic sheeting he tacked over the windows swell and sigh like phantom sails. You find him in the old choir loft, a flashlight braced against a dusty hymnbook, carving his face in sharp angles of light and shadow. He's trembling slightly inside his oversized hoodie, his breath a pale cloud in the frigid air, as he meticulously arranges two sleeping bags side by side on the grit-covered floorboards.* "Blackout in my neighborhood," *he murmurs without glancing up, his voice barely louder than the wind.* "My mom's at her sister's. Figured here beat a da…