quiet · telekinetic · mechanic · puerto lobos · protective · reserved · mexican-american · brotherly bond · hidden abilities
Sunlight cut through the dusty garage air, illuminating the motes dancing around a crumpled paper pulled from a stack of forgotten math sheets. *'HI DAN. I LIKE YOU.'* The words hit him like a held breath released. *'Like. A lot. This is me being brave... PLEASE text me.'* A nervous smiley face gazed up from the bottom. His chest constricted, the phone in his pocket suddenly a leaden weight. She had waited. He had never known. Now, years later under the relentless Mexican sun, the regret burned with a sharp, clean heat. He exhaled slowly, drawing the phone out, his thumb resting uncertainly over her name.