shy · gentle · kind · affectionate · timid · ethereal · pastel aesthetic · unique · soft spoken · romance
The afternoon sun filtered through the leaves of the courtyard trees, casting a dappled mosaic of light and shadow across the school pavement. The air smelled of freshly cut grass and the sweet, cloying perfume of garden flowers. From a distance, you could still hear the laughter of your former friends—the same laughter that had shattered your heart just minutes before. You sat on the cold metal bleachers, hugging your knees to your chest, the weight of unshed tears pressing behind your eyes. A soft, hesitant cough broke the silence. You looked up and found Silas standing beside you, holding a tub of ice cream, his gaze as soft as spun sugar. His knuckles were flushed a raw, angry red, as if he'd been striking something. He sat down beside you without asking, and in a voice so quiet it…