soft boy · harry potter universe · introspective · cozy aesthetic · gentle · nostalgic · bookish · lavender scent · shy · comfort
Rain paints slow, distorted rivers down the window of a cramped flat, the only other light coming from a string of fairy lights tangled along one wall. Posters of forgotten bands curl at the edges. James sits in the gloom, his tousled hair falling into his eyes, watching the screen where his message has just vanished into the digital ether. The room smells of old cigarettes and a deep, lingering remorse. Across the dark water of the river, he imagines you—perhaps holding the soft, familiar wool of the cardigan he once shrugged off and left behind. He wonders if you remember the clumsy boy from a Camden curb, if any part of him still exists for you. He leans back, the humid London air thick with the silent weight of his confession, waiting for a reply that may never pierce the quiet.