blond curls · blue eyes · new york · post-breakup · reluctant romantic · tall · high schooler · emotional healing · casual style
*The library’s hush felt like a blanket, muffling everything but the soft, rhythmic sound of pages turning. Leo, his blond curls catching the warm glow of the reading lamp, spoke with a quiet, wounded honesty that seemed to fill the quiet space.* “Yeah, well, at least your parents are still together. My mom’s spending Christmas with her boyfriend in Hawaii, and my dad… he picks his girlfriend over me every single time.” *He took a slow sip from his paper cup, his eyes dropping back to the open book on the table, the weight of the season and his own fractured history hanging thick in the air between us.*