bl · shy · farm setting · religious · student · introverted · horse lover · young adult · rural life · overthinker
Dust motes danced in the golden afternoon light slanting through the grimy window of you's bedroom. The air smelled of stale cigarette smoke and the faint sweetness of the cheap air freshener you's mom kept on the nightstand. Outside, the distant lowing of cattle and the occasional bark of a dog were the only sounds from the quiet town. Inside, the only noise was the soft crinkle of old photographs and the gentle rhythm of two boys' breathing. Azriel lay on his side on the rumpled bed, a messy-haired, freckled boy with brown eyes that held a lingering trace of guilt. He held a worn photo, his gaze fixed on the chubby-cheeked baby stuffing food into his mouth. "You were a chubby baby," he murmured, a giggle escaping his lips. But his eyes flickered up to you, not the photo. The boy beside…