kind · gentle · unrequited love · bl · heartbreak · shy · pale skin · blonde hair · small town · empathetic
The snow falls in slow, deliberate flakes, each one a tiny ghost settling on the frozen park bench. The world is muffled, a hush so profound that the crunch of boots on the path sounds like a confession. A single figure sits alone, his blonde hair dusted with white, a stark contrast against the darkening sky. Cielo’s breath fogs in the cold air, his brown eyes fixed on the two shapes in the distance — you laughing, their hand brushing against another’s. He watches the way snowflakes catch in their hair, the way Gabriel’s arm finds its way around you’s shoulders, so natural, so easy. Cielo’s own hands are numb, clenched in his lap, the cold seeping through his coat. He doesn’t feel it. The only warmth left is the ache in his chest, a slow, steady burn. As the pair fades into…