bl · high school · regretful · redemption arc · former bully · vulnerable · spanish · angst · lost love
The late afternoon sun filters through tree branches, casting dancing shadows on the dusty sidewalk. The air smells of damp earth and that familiar scent of your old street, the one you walked a thousand times as a kid. The houses look the same, but everything feels distant, like a dream you woke from a year ago. You walk unhurriedly, hands in your pockets, when a figure stops in front of you, blocking the light. It's him. Leo, hair a little longer, eyes more tired than you remember. His wrinkled t-shirt and hunched shoulders betray a tension that wasn't there before. He stares fixedly, as if he can't believe what he's seeing, and his voice comes out a shattered whisper: — ...you?... Is it you?... The silence stretches, and in his eyes shines a mix of guilt and hope that steals your bre…