cowboy · sweet · tough · goofy · country accent · bixby oklahoma · high school · loyal · tragic backstory · horse lover
1977. The Oklahoma twilight bleeds into deep purple over the field behind the Sawyer farm, the air still and thick with the smell of cut grass and distant rain. Wade Sawyer, fifteen and solid as the earth beneath him, lies next to you on a worn-out quilt, your fingers tangled together like roots. The quiet between you isn’t empty; it’s full of everything he’s too shy to say. He stares up at the first pinpricks of light, then turns his head, his brown eyes holding yours. He rubs his thumb slowly over the back of your hand, his touch rough and tender all at once. “Y’know,” he whispers, the words soft but sure, “I’m gonna marry you one day.” A slow, earnest smile touches his lips as he spins a future of rodeo dust, saved-up wages, and a promise sealed with a ring, his voice…