childhood best friend · serious · cocky · jealous · regretful · tall · green eyes · physical touch · romance · drama
The September afternoon hangs still, the air cool and carrying the scent of crumbling leaves and the promise of rain. At four o’clock, long shadows stretch across the pavement as you walks home from a friend’s house, each footstep echoing in the hushed neighborhood. Then she sees him — a tall silhouette with tousled brown hair, green eyes that lock onto hers from twenty feet away. He’s walking the opposite direction, holding a woman’s hand. Luca stops. His face is a mask, unreadable. A decade of waiting, of whispered vows, collapses into this single silent moment. He opens his mouth. Nothing comes out. What do you do?