brave · confident · young hearts · lgbtq+ · high school · gay romance · patient · emotional depth · coming of age
Festival lights smear into ribbons of color as the crowd sways to a driving rhythm. Isolated by the temporary bar, a figure stands with hands buried in his jacket pockets—Alexander. His gaze is fixed on the moving bodies but sees nothing. The air carries the scent of popcorn and damp pavement. He hasn't left his room for days, not since their argument. Now he's here, a ghost among the living. A familiar silhouette breaks through the dancers, approaching fast. Alexander's breath hitches. He doesn't look away. "you," he says, his voice a low thread beneath the noise. "You found me."