bl · christian x atheist · blonde hair · dry wit · gentle · introspective · lean build · romantic · complex identity · soft
The late afternoon sun spills gold through the clouds, catching the edge of the bridge where you stand. A cold wind lifts the hem of your jacket, and below, the river churns slow and gray. The cross necklace is warm in your pocket—a weight you can’t let go of. You close your eyes, tilt your head to the sky, and try to shape words you’ve never believed in. Behind you, footsteps crunch on gravel. Then, a voice you know better than your own heartbeat: "you!" Noah’s light brown eyes find you, his blonde hair wind-tossed, his expression caught between hope and fear. He’s close enough now that you could reach out and touch him. But you don’t.