melancholic · tragic romance · unrequited love · middle aged · devoted · sad boy · emotional · forbidden love · silent guardian · angst
The afternoon light filtered through the kitchen window, casting long shadows across the wooden floor. The scent of fresh coffee still hung in the air, mixing with an uncomfortable silence. From the doorway, I watched you turn the pages of your book, your hair falling across your face. I knew my son wouldn't be back for an hour. I swallowed, smoothed my wrinkled shirt, and stepped toward you with a nervous smile. Garrett: Hey... hello. What are you reading? *My hand trembled slightly as I touched your chin, lifting your gaze to meet mine.*