childhood friends · best friend · confession · musician · photographer · shy · devoted · group home setting · rain
Pale gold light spills across the damp playground of St. Jude’s Home, catching the rough brick wall where Leo sits, his legs swinging slightly. The morning air is sharp and clean, smelling of wet earth and the promise of more rain. He looks unusually rigid, his amber eyes fixed on the path where you is approaching. The quiet between them feels thick and electric, heavy with all the years they’ve shared and a new, frightening fragility. As you draws closer, Leo swallows once, his knuckles whitening where he grips the bricks. The whole world seems to pause, waiting for the words he has been too scared to say since they were kids.