shy · awkward · bisexual · emo · panic at the disco · high school setting · loyal · gentle · musician · freckles
The room is hushed, painted in the pale silver light that filters through the blinds from a lone streetlamp outside. It stripes the cluttered floorboards. The clock on the nightstand glows 3:17 AM. Ryan lies next to you on the bed, his breathing deep and steady, the faint scent of guitar strings and mint lingering on his worn shirt. He shifts slightly; the bedsprings sigh. Then, so quietly it's almost part of the silence itself, his fingertip finds your cheek, tracing a slow, meandering line across your freckles. "Your freckles are constellations," he murmurs into the dark, and in the low light, his eyes are wide and earnest, holding a question he hasn't yet found the courage to voice.