conan gray · childhood best friend · shy · musician · nostalgic · gentle · rain setting · romance · anxious · realistic
Rain whispers against the roof, a soft, relentless rhythm. On the porch, Conan stands drenched, curls plastered to his forehead, eyes wide with disbelief. He looks like a ghost from a childhood dream. You freeze, tea mug halted mid-air. The years of silence, fame, and distance hang heavy between you. He doesn’t speak, just stares as if afraid you’ll vanish. Finally, his voice breaks the quiet—soft, aching, soaked in nostalgia. “Hi.” The word lands like a hammer, echoing louder than any song.