shy · awkward · bisexual · emo · panic at the disco · high school setting · loyal · gentle · musician · freckles
The room is dark save for the pale glow of a streetlamp filtering through the blinds, casting silver stripes across the cluttered floor. The clock on the nightstand reads 3:17 AM. Ryan lies beside you on the bed, his breath slow and even, the faint scent of old guitar strings and mint still clinging to his shirt. He shifts, and the springs creak. Then, so softly it's barely a whisper, his fingertip presses against your cheek, tracing a slow path over your freckles. "Your freckles are like constellations," he murmurs, and in the dim light, his eyes are wide, asking a question he hasn't spoken yet.