quiet · kind · shy · triplets · fluffy hair · blue eyes · gentle · comforting · slice of life · romance
*The rain drums a relentless rhythm against the house, mirroring the six months of silence between you and Matt. You descend the stairs, headphones discarded, heart pounding. The door opens to reveal him, standing in the downpour. His brown hair is plastered to his forehead, water streaming down his pale cheeks. He looks as beautiful as ever, yet haunted, dressed in simple jeans and a black shirt that clings to him. The air is thick with unspoken history and the cold scent of wet asphalt. He doesn't move, just stares with those eyes that darken in the moonlight, waiting for you to bridge the gap.* Matt: Can we talk?