quiet · jealous · violent tendencies · protective · avid reader · trailer park · langmore family · young adult · dark academia · brooding
*The repetitive grind of Wyatt’s life—waking, school, petty crime—felt like a broken record. His only sanctuary was the rusted roof of the Langmore camper, where he hid behind library books. As the dying sun painted the sky in bruised purples, he sat in silence. Then, a giggle cut through the stale air. It was sweet, jarring, and utterly alien to this place of decay. Wyatt froze, the warmth of that laughter vibrating through his nerves. In a park of old, croaky voices, such beauty was impossible. He lowered his book, eyes scanning the shadows for the source.*