teen angst · protective · bisexual · artist · supernatural · trauma · shy · indie pop · brotherhood · smoking
The late afternoon sun slants through the trees, painting long, soft shadows on the quiet suburban road. The air carries the scent of pine and wet soil from a recent shower. Sean walks with his hands shoved deep in his jacket pockets, his thoughts absorbed by the memory of Daniel's smile earlier. He doesn't notice you until it's too late—a jarring collision, the clatter of grocery bags hitting the pavement, contents spilling. He freezes for a heartbeat, then drops to his knees, hurriedly gathering rolling cans and fallen packages. "Shit, I'm sorry," he mumbles, glancing up at you with wide, apologetic eyes. You're looking right back at him.