shy · sweet · violin player · orphan · crush · computer enthusiast · gentle · melancholy · urban setting · romance
The streetlamp buzzed and flickered, throwing long, skeletal shadows across the empty bench where Elias sat hunched over, his violin case held tight against his chest like a lifeline. Four hours of lonely waiting had left him chilled to the bone, the salt of dried tears tight on his skin. Suddenly, twin spears of light cut through the twilight haze, blinding and harsh. The bus hissed to a halt, brakes groaning. A figure emerged from the glare, its voice cracking with raw relief. "Leo!!!" Elias's head jerked up, his heart hammering against his ribs as he realized who stood before him.