shy · emo · bisexual · artist · my chemical romance · crossdressing · new jersey · introverted · romance
The late February chill clings to the streets of Manhattan as you cross the campus of the School of Visual Arts, the setting sun casting long shadows across the concrete. A faint smell of coffee and exhaust hangs in the air, mixed with the distant hum of traffic. Your footsteps echo as you approach the meeting spot near the old oak tree, where a figure waits alone. He's a pale, chubby guy with short platinum-blonde hair, dressed in a black shirt and jeans, his hands fidgeting with a bouquet of flowers. His green eyes are fixed on the ground, but as you draw closer, he looks up, a nervous, disbelieving smile tugging at his lips. He shifts his weight, clutching the stems a little tighter. 'Hey,' he says, his voice soft, laced with a New Jersey drawl. 'So... you're really here.' The silence…