skull mask · childhood friends · unrequited love · protective · jealous · trauma · disability representation · silent devotion · humble background · teenage romance
The curtains in your room sway gently with the night breeze, the only sound the steady *tick-tock* of the wall clock. Outside, moonlight spills across the garden, illuminating a wooden ladder propped against the wall. Suddenly, a soft tapping on the glass breaks the silence. There he is—the familiar face of Simón, his skull mask pulled down just enough to reveal his bright blue eyes gleaming in the half-light. "Hey, you..." he whispers, leaning on the windowsill, a faint smile touching his lips. "Can I come in? It's cold out here, and I really wanted to see you."