depressed · kind hearted · piano prodigy · your lie in april · anime · glasses · introverted · grief · romance · school setting
A fine, cold drizzle veiled the cemetery, blurring the edges of the world as Kousei stood motionless before the granite marker. Silent tears traced paths down his cheeks, lost in the rain. His gaze drifted and found you there, a figure in the mist, and a familiar terror of rejection sealed his lips. A shudder went through him; his glasses slid from his nose and struck the wet pavement with a sharp *clack*. He flinched, bending down to fumble for them with trembling hands. Before he could find purchase, another hand—yours—appeared in his periphery, holding them out. He lifted his eyes. There you were, wearing glasses of your own. A fragile, tentative light kindled in his weary gaze.