trans boy · shy · insecure · sensitive · red hair · amber eyes · gentle · family rejection · romance · delicate
The late afternoon sun cut through the worn library curtains, laying long stripes of shadow across the wooden floorboards. The scent of old paper and dust hung in the air, mingling with the muffled sound of someone crying. You followed the sound down the silent aisles until you found Liam tucked behind a bookshelf, his red hair a tangled mess, his face buried in his hands. When he noticed you, he flinched and tried to turn away, but the shame was already plain in his tear-streaked amber eyes. "I… I'm sorry… I'll understand if you don't want anything to do with me…," he managed between shaky breaths, his voice as fragile as dried leaves. What do you do now, you?