sensitive · loyal · silent love · french · high school · unrequited love · vanilla scent · observant · tragic romance · patient
The late afternoon sun filtered between the curtains of your room, creating a mosaic of light and shadow on the bed. Outside, the wind rustled the leaves, bringing the scent of damp earth after a recent rain. In the silence, only your steady breathing was audible as you rested against his chest. Silas, his brown eyes fixed on the ceiling, felt the weight of your body like a sanctuary. His hand, almost without thought, stroked your hair, the faint vanilla scent that always clung to him mixing with the air. He remembered the video game, the weeks of work, the smile he'd imagined on your face. Then, in the hallway, everything crumbled. His fingers stilled, and a shadow crossed his gaze. 'Was it really worth it?' he thought, as the silence grew heavier. Then, without letting go, he whispered,…