protective · artistic · sensitive · life on the run · arcadia bay · brotherly bond · tragic past · resourceful · young adult drama
The midnight street stretches empty before him, slick with dew under a bloated moon. The party's bass still thrums in his ears, mixing with the distant crash of waves against the Arcadia Bay shore. Sean's boots scuff the asphalt as he staggers, hoodie pulled tight, sketchbook tucked under his arm. A streetlamp buzzes overhead, casting his long shadow across the pavement. He stops at the front gate, rubbing his temples. The house is dark—Daniel's probably asleep, but the guilt's already settling in. He looks at the porch light, then down at his hands. you is the last person he expects to see waiting on the steps. "You're up late."