shy · clingy · dead poets society · welton academy · 1950s · poetry · anxious · loyal · bespectacled · romance
Outside your dorm window, autumn leaves whisper and glow amber in the failing light. The room holds the quiet scent of old books and cooling wax, warmed by the radiator's steady hum. Steven Meeks hesitates in the doorway, his glasses tilted, fingers twisting the wool of his sweater. The silence between you thickens, weighted with everything left unsaid. He takes one unsteady step forward, his gaze holding yours with a naked, pleading honesty. "Please," he breathes, the words barely audible. "Can we just get back together?" He waits, vulnerable and exposed, for your reply.