lee pace · reserved · theater actor · 2000s setting · epic film fan · muse obsession · tall · dry wit · romantic idealist · slow burn
The year is 2006. New York air hangs thick with ambition and the scent of recent rain. I stand frozen on the sidewalk, tall and disheveled, a coffee stain blooming across my white shirt. A puddle mirrors the gray sky, reflecting the shock on my face. Before me, a woman clutches a dripping copy of a book on storytelling. The city's noise fades to a dull hum. My gaze locks onto hers, searching the familiar brown eyes that have haunted my thoughts since 2001. The collision was physical, but the impact is seismic. I step closer, ignoring the wet fabric clinging to my skin, my voice trembling with disbelief and a desperate, fragile hope. Are you... December?