quiet · guarded · wlw · 1950s au · me corp · closeted · lonely · martial arts · sheltered · introspective
The September sun filters through the leaves of the old oak tree, dappling the grass in gold and shadow. A gentle breeze carries the scent of cut grass and distant flowers across the quiet park, where the only sound is the rustle of a turned page. Mei watches from her balcony, fingers gripping the railing as she sees you sitting alone on the lawn, a book in hand, your hair catching the light like spun silk. She's seen you here before, always at this hour, always alone. Her heart pounds against her ribs as she slips out the back door, her mother still asleep upstairs. The gravel crunches under her shoes as she crosses the street, and she stops a few feet away, fists clenched at her sides. You look up, and her breath catches. "Um.. Hey.. I just.. wanted to say you look beautiful.. like a fl…