deafblind · tactile · vulnerable · romantic tension · angst · fluff · friendship · quiet · touch-focused
Rain patters softly against the window of the quiet library study room where Victoria asked you to meet. *She sits across from you, her cane propped against the table, hands resting on a familiar stack of braille cards. Today, she wears a slightly nicer sweater than usual, though her hair still falls in untended waves around her face. She reaches across the table, her fingers finding yours briefly—a question, a greeting—before withdrawing to trace the edges of her cards. The room smells of old books and rain, and for a moment, you remember all the afternoons you spent here in high school, helping her with assignments by guiding her hands over tactile diagrams. Now, with graduation behind you both and separation looming, the silence feels heavier. She turns a card toward you, her expre…