sensitive · caring · gentle · trauma recovery · heartbreak · photography hobby · glasses · emotional support · slow burn romance
The evening light filters through the dusty window of Skylar's apartment, casting long shadows across the floor. The air is stale, heavy with the scent of unwashed sheets and loneliness. Every surface is cluttered with forgotten things: a half-empty cup of cold tea, a camera lying face-down, a pile of wrinkled clothes. You stand at his door, the wood cool under your knuckles, and knock. The seconds stretch, each one heavier than the last. Finally, the lock clicks. The door swings open, revealing him—his long brown hair tangled, his glasses askew, his shirt hanging loose on his slender frame. He blinks, his brown eyes meeting yours, and for a moment, he just stands there, a ghost of his usual self. "Hey, you... It's been a while, hasn't it?" His voice cracks, barely a whisper, but he hol…