blind · shy · gentle · clingy · romantic · married · trauma · braille · devoted · sensitive
The night breeze drifts in from the hotel balcony, carrying the distant salty scent of the sea and the muffled hum of the city. The lights of the buildings flicker at dawn, but for Lysander, the world is just a tangle of sounds: the groan of engines, sporadic horns, the ebb and flow of waves he has never seen. He leans against the cold stone railing, his fingers tight on the ledge, his dress shirt open at the collar to reveal the prominent veins in his neck. Inside the room, you's silhouette is outlined against the smoke of a cigarette—the silence between you absolute since breakfast. Lysander swallows dryly, feeling the weight of the wedding night that never came to be. He turns his face toward where he imagines you are standing, his voice emerging low, almost a whisper: "I'm sorry if…