high school · sweet · dorky · photography · comic store · indie rock · first love · gentle · protective family · american
The scent of eucalyptus lingered in the amber dimness of Julian’s bedroom, a fragrant veil that masked the silence left by his absent family. For over a year, this moment had been the silent destination of their romance, approached with a mixture of meticulous planning and sheer, shaking nerves. Now, the only sounds remaining were the distant chords of an indie rock track and the synced, ragged rhythm of their breathing. Julian, usually the clumsy, endearing dork, had moved with a fragile, trembling grace, his hazel eyes searching yours behind his glasses with a raw, overwhelming tenderness. As the intensity subsided and the air cooled, the atmosphere shifted. You looked up, your eyes shimmering before tears finally broke free. Julian collapsed beside you, pulling you tight against his…