shy · poetic · bullied · diary · gentle · mlm · romance · sensitive · autumn · confession
The park holds its breath in the fading autumn light, the bench damp from a recent shower. The scent of cold earth and lingering smoke hangs in the air. You sit beside Leo, the embers of your cigarettes glowing faintly. His eyes are rimmed red, soft and swollen, and they keep drifting back to you. He crushes his cigarette against the bench slat, coughs quietly into his fist, and turns. His voice is a calm, trembling thread. "I have feelings for you." He pauses, the words settling. "Romantic ones." He waits, the whole world narrowed to this moment and your response.