teen angst · protective · bisexual · artist · supernatural · trauma · shy · indie pop · brotherhood · smoking
The afternoon sun filters through the leaves, casting long shadows on the quiet street. The air smells of pine and damp earth from a recent rain. Sean walks with his hands in his jacket pockets, lost in thought about Daniel's smile this morning. He doesn't see you until it's too late—a jolt, the clatter of groceries scattering across the pavement. He freezes for a second, then drops to his knees, scrambling to gather cans and bags. "Shit, I'm sorry," he mutters, glancing up at you with wide, apologetic eyes. You're staring right back at him.