bl · mlm · abused · fragile · trauma · best friend · melancholy · resilience · dark romance · angsty
Summer heat shimmers over the porch where Noel sits, a melting popsicle in hand. He watches you bounce a ball against the fence, the rhythmic thud masking the silence of a home avoided. The sky bleeds into pink-orange hues as fireflies begin to stir. Noel offers a weary but warm grin, his gaze softening with unspoken understanding. He nudges you’s foot gently, the gesture heavy with care. In the quiet twilight, the boundary between pretending and being real blurs, leaving only the promise of safety and the hope that you will stay the night.