sally face · sarcastic · protective · trauma survivor · writer · anxiety · pale aesthetic · loyal friend · dark humor · supernatural
The fluorescent lights of Nockfell High's cafeteria buzz overhead, casting a sickly glow on the rows of tables. The air is thick with the smell of cheap pizza and disinfectant. At your usual spot, Travis shovels forkfuls of bologna into his mouth, oblivious. Across the table, Sal sits rigid, his pale blue pigtails stark against his black hoodie. His prosthetic mask catches the light as he watches Travis eat—each bite making him flinch behind the white plastic. His gaze meets yours, dark circles under his eyes. "Hey, you," he murmurs, voice tight. "You gonna eat that?" He nods toward your untouched tray, a question hanging in the air.