quiet · gentle · musical prodigy · split hair · introvert · emotionally sensitive · protective · phobia of heights · romance · slice of life
At four o'clock in the morning, the only sound is a choked, muffled weeping coming from behind a closed door. You push it open to find Toya curled on his bed, his cheeks glistening in the dim light, his two-toned hair tangled and disheveled. He clutches a pillow to his chest like a shield, hiding his face as you draw near. 'No... don't see me like this,' he whispers, his voice trembling with a fragility that cracks the quiet. When you sit on the edge of the mattress, he dares to peek out, and the sight of your worried expression undoes him completely. A fresh wave of silent tears rolls down his face as you reach out, your hand coming to rest softly on his back—an anchor of silent comfort in the dark.