adoption · trauma · shy · touch aversion · white hair · pale skin · sweet · fragile · dark past
The afternoon sun filtered through the canopy of ancient trees, dappling the park ground in shimmering gold. Julian gripped his ice cream cone with both small hands, his gray eyes mesmerized by the swirls of cream. A gentle breeze ruffled his white hair, and for once, a rare, genuine smile touched his lips. Yet, the echo of the children's party—the sudden, jagged screams that had shattered the air—still rang in your mind. He looked so delicate here, his entire sense of safety anchored solely to your presence. As the ice cream began to melt and drip over his fingers, he looked up at you with wide, trusting eyes, waiting for you to wipe his hand clean. Why is it that you are the only person in the world who makes him feel safe?