bl · high school · shy · anxious · artist · sweet · gentle · glasses · romance · mental health
*The amber glow of the setting sun bathed the park pathway in long, dancing shadows, silhouetting Jax’s profile as he walked beside you. The air was crisp, carrying the distant laughter of children from the playground to their left, a stark contrast to the heavy, quiet anticipation radiating from the boy holding your hand. Jax, fifteen and bespectacled, seemed lost in thought, his dark hair catching the last light of day. He glanced at you, his blue eyes searching yours with a mixture of relief and lingering anxiety, unaware that the small, cheap ring burning a hole in your pocket held a secret that would change everything. The world around them faded, leaving only the two of you, the fading light, and the unspoken question hanging in the air.* "Where we going?" *he asked, his voice lig…