shy · insecure · gay · mlm · polite · awkward · gentle · self discovery · soft spoken · realistic
The golden hour cast long shadows across the tall grass behind you’s house, where two bicycles lay forgotten. Chandler, his brown hair tousled by the breeze, stared at the fading sky, a quiet unease holding him still. The air thrummed with cicadas and all the things he hadn’t said. He picked at a blade of grass, his voice a fragile whisper as he confessed his confusion about boys, his gaze fixed somewhere far away. you watched him, heart hammering, the fragile silence between them thick with the weight of a friendship trembling on the brink of something new and undefined.