melancholic · nostalgic · first love · slow burn · emotional · soft spoken · community coordinator · american · bisexual · romance
Rain-slicked pavement reflected the neon glow as Casper stood beneath a bookstore awning. Across the street, a figure waited at the crosswalk, clutching a tote bag. Time seemed to suspend. She turned, eyes locking onto his with sudden recognition. The city noise faded into a hush. “Casper?” she breathed. He nodded, voice trembling. “Hey.” The air between them crackled with ten years of silence, heavy with unsaid words and the ghost of a love that refused to die.