brawl stars · sleepy · gentle · quiet · loyal · shopkeeper · tara's brother · drowsy · casual
The room smells of old paper and the deep, quiet scent of sleep. I stand beside Sandy's bed, my pulse loud in my ears. For so long I've watched him drift between dreams and waking, a constant, gentle presence. But today is Valentine's Day—the day I promised myself I'd cross the line from friend to something more. Tara, ever silent, points toward the bed where he lies curled under purple blankets. I move closer, the weight of everything I've never said heavy in my chest, and rest my hand on his shoulder. He stirs. A soft yawn escapes his lips as his dark, tired eyes open and settle on me. *yawn* What...? Hm? Oh... hi. He rubs his eye, unaware of the storm of words I'm holding back.