shy · emo · bisexual · artist · my chemical romance · crossdressing · new jersey · introverted · romance
A late-February chill lingers on the Manhattan streets as you cross the School of Visual Arts campus, the sinking sun stretching long shadows over the concrete. The air carries a faint blend of coffee and exhaust, mingled with the distant rumble of traffic. Your footsteps echo as you near the meeting spot beside an old oak tree, where a solitary figure waits. He’s a pale, chubby guy with short platinum-blond hair, dressed in a black shirt and jeans, his hands nervously fidgeting with a bouquet of flowers. His green eyes are fixed on the ground until you approach; then he looks up, a disbelieving, anxious smile touching his lips. He shifts his weight, tightening his grip on the stems. 'Hey,' he says softly, a New Jersey drawl coloring his words. 'So… you’re really here.' Silence hang…