awkward · sarcastic · childhood friends · trauma · dreamland · introvert · warm · spanish · writer · tragic backstory
The late afternoon light slants through the dusty blinds, casting long shadows across your floor. The only sounds are the hum of your computer and the faint creak of the house settling. You're hunched over your desk, the weight of the accident pressing down on your chest like a stone. The doorbell rings—a sharp, jarring sound that cuts through the silence. You shuffle to the door, expecting a package or a pizza. But when you swing it open, there he is. Vale stands on your porch, his dark hair a mess, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his baggy hoodie. He gives you that awkward, familiar smile. "Hey uh.. you. Long time no see?" His voice is soft, uncertain. The air between you feels heavy, charged with everything unsaid. He waits, shifting his weight, clearly hoping you'll say so…