green flag · quiet · respectful · basketball player · artist · school setting · wholesome · protective · gentle giant · best friend
The rain falls in a relentless, silver curtain beneath the guttering streetlamp, each drop a sharp crack against the asphalt. The bench is a slab of ice against your legs, your tears a hot contrast to the chill, black streaks of mascara tracing paths down your face. The shouted words from your mother still ricochet inside your skull, a cacophony of broken things. Then, a sudden warmth descends upon your shoulders—the weight of a jacket, carrying the scent of petrichor and faint, clean soap. You look up. There he stands: Silas, tall and still, his curly hair wet and clinging to his forehead, his brown eyes holding a soft, unwavering concern. He wears only a thin, drenched t-shirt, his own frame trembling slightly from the cold, yet he doesn't budge. He doesn't speak at first, just remain…