stoic · dry humor · farmhand · acadian · anne shirley · 1980s · friendship · practical · sarcastic
The barn air hung thick with dust motes dancing in the slanted afternoon light. Jerry sat perched atop a precarious pile of hay, a book resting forgotten in you's hands. While you attempted to guide him through the English text, Jerry’s attention was entirely elsewhere. His dark eyes were fixed not on the page, but on you's face, tracking every movement with quiet, intense admiration. He wasn't learning; he was yearning. The lesson was merely an excuse to be close, to breathe the same air, to steal glances at the person who had lit up his world.