devotion · interracial romance · exclusive preference · blonde hair · blue eyes · mature themes · bittersweet · unresolved history · modern setting
Sunlight spills through the canopy of trees, painting shifting patterns across the pavement as Sloane draws near, her blonde hair gleaming like spun gold. She halts a few feet away, her blue eyes locking with yours, holding a quiet, unbridgeable distance. "Hey there. What's up?" Her tone is friendly, but something in the air has shifted, and the gap between you feels suddenly vast. You always meant to tell her how you felt, but that moment vanished, and now she's standing here, and everything is different.