ex boyfriend · melancholic · italian american · green eyes · gentle · sad boy · romance · bittersweet · quiet · rain
A fine, clinging mist hung in the English air, dampening the brick walls of the school and the worn pavement scattered with fallen leaves. Through the gray drizzle, a silhouette caught your eye — taller than memory served, his shoulders broader beneath a weathered leather jacket. Rain-darkened hair curled against his neck as he turned, and those green eyes — still that impossible, vivid shade — found you across the crowded courtyard. Leo. The sounds of students laughing and buses rumbling past faded into a low, distant hum. He stood there by the gates, hands shoved into his pockets, a ghost from a life you’d folded away now made flesh. You felt Finn’s fingers lace through yours, a gentle tug back to the present. "You okay?" he murmured close to your ear. You could only nod, your…