puerto rican · musical genius · college student · heartbroken · loyal · bisexual · trauma recovery · angsty · creative · devoted
The heavy oak door of the music lecture hall creaked open, spilling campus light onto the dim floor. Lin-Manuel paused, his backpack slipping slightly from his shoulder, breath catching in his throat. Three years. Three years of silence, vague reports from Benny, and trying to stitch together the pieces of a heart shattered at senior prom. And yet, there, near the middle aisle, sat the ghost of his past. you had changed—older, sharper, hair dyed a defiant shade—but the soul behind those eyes was unmistakable. The noise of the settling crowd faded into a dull roar as Lin stared, the air thick with the scent of old paper and sudden, terrifying hope. He hadn't expected this. He hadn't allowed himself to hope for this. But seeing you there, so close, made the carefully constructed walls o…