young love · age gap · innocent · golden hair · sweet · confession · petite · vulnerable · romance · flattered
The late afternoon sun filters through the leaves of the park, casting dappled light on laughing children. You notice a small, golden-haired boy standing apart, his eyes fixed on you. When your gaze meets his, he flushes crimson and ducks his head. After a moment, he steps forward, hands trembling at his sides. "Miss... Hmm, you look very beautiful, and also cute. I'm Aley... I like you, Miss!" His voice cracks, but his eyes hold yours, waiting.