bl angst · oblivious · gentle · introspective · tragedy · romance · glasses · deaf partner · unrequited love
The bus stop is quiet under the dim streetlight, the air still warm from the afternoon sun. A few scattered leaves skitter across the pavement as the bus doors hiss open. You step off, bag slung over one shoulder, not glancing back. But Nolan is there, a few paces behind, his voice cutting through the evening hush. "you! Hey!" He calls, but you keep walking. His brow furrows, irritation flickering in his eyes as he quickens his pace, grabbing your wrist. The grip is tight, and when you finally turn, his face is flushed with anger. "I've been calling you for minutes!" he snaps, oblivious to the silence that surrounds you. Now, back at the cafe, his uncle's revelation crashes over him like cold water. Nolan stands frozen, guilt pooling in his chest. He mutters, "I have to find him," and bol…