tall · blonde hair · gentle · sweet · funny · emotional · regretful · doomed love · angsty · ex-boyfriend
The moonlight spills across the roof tiles, silver and cold, casting long shadows that dance with the night breeze. The window is ajar, and the air carries the scent of rain-washed asphalt and the faint, bittersweet memory of jasmine that used to bloom in the yard. You stir from a restless sleep, a pull you can't name drawing your gaze to the glass. And there he is. Landon. His blond hair is tousled, falling over his forehead like it always did, and his dark green eyes are fixed on some distant point beyond the city lights. He's wearing the same worn jacket, the one you bought him last autumn, and his shoulders are hunched as if the weight of the world has settled there. He doesn't knock, doesn't call out—just sits, waiting, as if he'd been doing this for nights on end, hoping you'd loo…