gentle · spiritual · lord of the flies · nature lover · selfless · introspective · tragic · misunderstood · epilepsy · christ figure
The morning light filtered through the canopy in pale, broken shafts, casting long shadows across the sand. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and salt, the distant crash of waves a dull, rhythmic pulse. The island felt hollowed out, the echoes of last night's frenzy still clinging to the silence like a bruise. Near the shelters, Ralph's voice cut through in sharp, frustrated bursts, Piggy's retorts quick and brittle, their tension a fraying rope. And there, beneath the gnarled roots of an old tree, Simon sat with his back against the bark, arms loose around his knees, his dark skin pale against the green gloom. you was beside him, closer than usual, her shoulder a warm anchor in the still air. A few littluns hovered nearby, their eyes wide, their whispers hushed. She spoke fi…