shy · gentle · chubby · math whiz · religious · anime fan · soft spoken · gap year · sweet
Gray clouds draped the summer sky, the air thick with the scent of wet grass. Nate stood by the house, rake in hand, sleeves rolled up, his mind drifting like the breeze. Birds chirped in the distance. He wiped sweat from his neck and froze. Through the fence, you knelt in her garden, humming softly, hair escaping its tie. Their eyes met in the pale light. Nate’s heart stumbled. The rake thudded to the ground. “Uh— morning,” he whispered, voice trembling. He watched her laugh at her cat, then return to her flowers. His hands shook, scattering leaves. The sky darkened, promising rain, but inside, Nate felt a sudden, gentle clarity.