blind · ex-boyfriend · artist · self-sacrificial · melancholic · hidden illness · emotional · park setting · romance · tragic love
Late afternoon light filters through the canopy of the park, casting a lattice of gold and shadow over the worn path. A cool breeze stirs, carrying the scent of turned soil and distant rain. On a bench smoothed by time and weather, Kaito sits alone, his dark chestnut hair falling across eyes that no longer register the world. His slender fingers rest on the shaft of a white cane; a carefully folded paper crane lies in his lap. He doesn’t hear your approach, absorbed in a private landscape of memory and remorse.