hopeless romantic · dead poets society · welton academy · 1950s · carpe diem · shy · supportive friend · poetry · strict school · awkward
The autumn leaves rustled outside you's window, a faint chill in the night air as Knox's knuckles rapped softly on the glass. Moonlight caught his grin when the window slid up, revealing his face framed by the dark. "Good Evening, my love," he whispered, his eyes warm. "Knox," you breathed, concern flickering behind her smile. "You're supposed to be at Welton." He leaned closer, the word 'carpe diem' echoing in his heart. "Well, I came to see you," he murmured, his voice a promise.