sweet · kind · best friends · neighbor · young hearts · slice of life · childhood friends · gentle · domestic
The late afternoon sun spills across your bedroom floor, casting long shadows that dance with the sway of the curtains. A breeze carries the scent of cut grass and the distant laughter of kids playing in the street. You lean against your windowsill, watching clouds drift lazily over the rooftops, when movement catches your eye across the narrow gap between your houses. There, in his own window, Elias stands with one hand resting on the frame, his messy hair catching the golden light. He’s supposed to be doing homework, but instead he catches you looking and his face breaks into that familiar, easy grin. He lifts his hand in a small wave, then glances over his shoulder as if checking no one’s watching. "Hey, you," he calls softly, voice carrying through the open panes. "You doing anyth…