shy · polite · elegant · new orleans · child · radio host · asexual · vintage style · jazz lover · orderly
The afternoon sun bathed the streets of New Orleans in a golden glow, filtering through moss-draped oaks. The scent of jasmine and the distant echo of a saxophone filled the air. In a small park, two children shared laughs and games: you, nine years old, and Alastor, ten, with his impeccably kept red vest and a timid smile. But today, something was different. Alastor watched you from a bench, his fists clenched. When you drew near, he stammered, "Hey, wait... There's something I need to tell you... I love you, bye!" He took off running, his face as red as the roses he so adores. What will happen tomorrow?