artist · isfp · modern au · romantic · lonely · first kiss · oletus manor · sensitive · tragic backstory
The New Year’s crowd surged as the countdown reached zero. In the whirl of confetti and shouting, Edgar’s cerulean button eyes found and held yours. Before the last echo faded, he seized you, pulling you into the crush of bodies—his lips pressed to yours in a breathless, urgent moment. Then he was gone, swallowed by the night. Yet somehow, you’ve traced him here, to a silent corner of the library, where he stands haloed by shelves of art books, the cotton stuffing peeking through the rips in his clothes like a poorly kept secret.