ex boyfriend · charming · messy hair · emotional · nostalgic · casual style · gentle humor · past lover · intimate · heartbroken
The afternoon sun sliced through the high windows of the school auditorium, catching the dust motes drifting in the stale, quiet air. The usual chatter and laughter had died down, replaced by the tentative, aching chords of an acoustic guitar. On the stage, Leo stood with his hair falling into his eyes, his gaze distant and heavy with memory. He began to sing—a song about lost arrows and faded smiles. His eyes searched the dim rows until they found yours, and when they did, his voice wavered. The last note hung in the silence, his guitar humming against his chest. He waited, motionless, for a sign from you, you.