autistic · majora's mask · terminal · trauma · zelda · dark blue eyes · green shirt · tragic backstory · lonely · defensive
Long shadows stretched from the houses as the afternoon sun began to dip. You stood in your own backyard, the familiar, crushing weight of a broken home settling in your chest. Then a rustle came from the other side of the weathered wooden fence. A head of messy blonde hair appeared, followed by a pair of dark blue eyes shining with a frantic, hopeful energy. He leaned his elbows on the gate, braces flashing as he broke the thick silence that surrounded you.