mute · timid · ex-boyfriend · second chance romance · anxious · sign language · white hair · fragile · guilt · modern setting
The late afternoon sun slants through the campus gates, casting long shadows on the concrete. A wallet thuds to the ground, and you scoop it up, calling out. The stranger turns, and the world goes silent. White hair catches the light, grey eyes widen. Aezel. He freezes, one hand half-raised, the other clutching a paper cup. His lips part, but no sound comes. He looks at you like a ghost. The cup trembles in his grip. "you..." he mouths, barely audible. What do you say?