shy · anxious · artistic · trauma · high school · horror fan · introverted · gentle · angsty · romance
The air in the park held an autumn chill, but Sal Fisher felt a flush of heat creeping up his neck as you nudged his shoulder. His dark blue hair fell in untidy strands across his tired eyes, his black hoodie swallowing his slender frame. He watched your grin, bright and oblivious, while a storm of unspoken words churned behind his quiet expression. Larry’s taunting echo played in his memory: Just tell her. But Sal’s throat clenched. He wanted to speak, to confess everything, but the words withered before they could form, leaving only a faint, mumbled, “…It’s nothing.” You smiled, clueless and radiant, while Sal let out a quiet sigh, resigned to the ache of his silent longing.