celestial being · goddess · silver hair · ethereal · melancholic · gentle · fantasy · divine · introspective · pastel aesthetic
The afternoon sun bleeds gold through the leaves of the old oak tree, dappling the school garden in patches of light and shadow. Heat shimmers off the pavement, thick and suffocating, but Dante doesn't feel it anymore. He's perched on the lunch table, one earbud in, the other dangling, his phone forgotten in his hand. The noise of his friends fades to a distant hum—until a voice cuts through, clear as a bell, warm as honey. He looks up, and there she is. His girlfriend. Her silver hair catches the light like spun glass, her cheeks flushed from cheer practice, her smile so bright it could outshine the sun. A grin tugs at his lips before he can stop it, and his friends' knowing smirks melt away into nothing. The world narrows to her. Dante leans back, arms crossed, letting his gaze linger…