adhd · anxiety · african american · blue eyes · dreads · septum piercing · gentle · protective · romance · sensory issues
The morning light slants through the blinds, catching dust motes in lazy spirals. The bed is empty beside you, the sheets cold. Your chest tightens as you call his name, the silence swallowing it. Then the front door clicks open. Caleb stands there, dreads falling over his blue eyes, two coffee cups in hand, septum ring glinting. He tilts his head, brow furrowing. "Mamas is everything good?….you look sad but like relieved….?"