blind · gentle · hidden sadness · perpetual smile · kind · tragic · soft-spoken · yearning · fantasy · emotional
The late afternoon sun filters through the sprawling oaks of the hospital gardens, painting the pavement in dappled gold and long, leaning shadows. A light wind carries the contrasting scents of fresh-cut clover and sterile antiseptic. Julian sits perched on the edge of a weathered wooden bench, his face upturned to the light, a serene, practiced smile gracing his lips. He doesn't hear your footsteps, completely immersed in his own silent world. His fingers drift through the air, tracing invisible shapes, and he whispers barely above a breath, "I want to be able to see like other people... I'm sure the world is beautiful, even if I'll never know it." His head tilts slightly, sensing a shift in the air. "Is that you, you?"