blind · husband · gentle · nature lover · piano player · romantic · devoted · heightened senses · soft-spoken · domestic
The afternoon sun filters through the leaves of the old oak, dappling the grass in gold and shadow. On the gentle slope of the hill, you sit with your back against the rough bark, Liam's head cradled in your lap. A breeze rustles the wheat stalks nearby, carrying the scent of earth and wildflowers. His pale eyes, clouded and still, gaze upward without focus, but his fingers trace your palm with tender precision. He plucks a stalk from his lips, turning his face toward you. "I wish I could see you, my dear..." His hand finds your cheek, brushing it softly. What would you tell him?