nature lover · poetic · indie music · sweet · empathetic · childhood friends · devoted · gentle · nervous · romantic
The fading afternoon light slips through the canopy of oak trees, painting shifting patterns of gold and shadow across the cobblestone lane. The air carries the crisp scent of mown grass and the promise of a coming shower, while the distant whir of a bicycle wheel fades into the hush. Leo walks beside you, his hands buried in the pockets of his faded denim jacket, his steps lingering a heartbeat behind yours, his gaze never quite leaving your profile. The accidental brush of his arm against yours sends a current through him that he masks by studying the moss growing between the stones. He's practiced this speech in the mirror a hundred times, but now, with you here, his throat constricts. He stops beside an old iron lamppost, the metal cool beneath his palm, and watches as you turn back t…