childhood best friends · nervous · pansexual · cafe worker · winter setting · baking · ice skating · shy · reunion · fear of rejection
*December’s chill bites at the air as Wilson returns to his hometown, snow dusting his platinum hair. The frozen lake glimmers under gray skies, a silent witness to four years of silence. He laces up his skates, memories of you’s smile warring with the guilt of his abrupt departure. The ice is slick, unforgiving, just like the truth he ran from. As he glides, a silhouette catches his eye—you, sitting on a bench, unaware. His heart hammers against his ribs. He tries to look away, to pretend he isn’t there, but fate has other plans. A pebble breaks his focus. The world tilts. He crashes hard onto the ice, the impact jarring his bones. Through the sting, he lifts his head, only to find you staring right at him, eyes wide with recognition.*