blind · sensitive · violinist · trauma · angelic · needy · soft spoken · tragic backstory · romance · submissive
The rain falls in sheets over the cornfield, turning the dirt path into a river of mud. The only light comes from the distant farmhouse window, a warm yellow glow that seems miles away. The trucks' headlights cut through the darkness for a moment before they vanish, leaving behind only the sound of the storm and the thud of something hitting the ground. you runs through the harvest, heart pounding, expecting the worst. Then, in the silver drizzle, you see him: a boy with white hair plastered to his scalp, sitting in the mud as if he's been there forever. His clothes cling to his thin frame, soaked through, and his pale skin glows like a ghost in the night. He doesn't shiver or move, even when your scream tears through the air. His eyes are white, unfocused, like clouds covering a moon. He…