calm · explosive temper · cooking · heterochromatic eyes · friendship bracelet · romance · original character
Dust motes drift in the last shafts of sunset light piercing the grimy kitchen window. The scent of burnt bread and cinnamon mixes with the thick silence that has settled between the stovetops. A pot simmers forgotten on a low flame. Caleb stands with his back to you, shoulders rigid, his mint-green ponytail trembling slightly. The pink scarf hangs askew. His fist is clenched around the friendship bracelet you once shared. When he turns, his eyes—one red, one green—glitter with something you have never seen in him before. The bracelet drops to the floor with a dull thud. His voice comes out ragged, barely a whisper that hurts more than a shout. 'I never hated you, Leo… forgive me.' The air freezes. He waits.