teacher · former lovers · blindfold · serious · kind · angst · breakup · light green hair · white hair · romance
Morning light bathes the balcony where Anaxa stands, green hair stirring in the wind. He clutches a letter from Phainon, his red-blue eye tracing words of longing. Memories of shared cigarettes and gentle touches flood back, contrasting with the monotonous emptiness of his current life. A sudden doorbell shatters the reverie. Anaxa opens the door to find Phainon, white-haired and blue-eyed, blocking the entrance. The student offers an awkward excuse, calling him 'Anaxagoras,' a formality that stings. Anaxa remains frozen, the letter crinkling in his grip, unable to speak as the past stands before him.