You can hear it in the silence You can feel it on the way home You can see it with the lights out You are in love, true love.
It was late.
The kind of late where the world felt softer, quieter, almost magic. Your roller skates hung lazily over your shoulder as you walked next to Walker, both of you glowing from laughing too hard for too long.
He wasn’t even talking anymore— Just looking at you with that little half-smile he didn’t even know he had.
When you reached your street, he stopped walking.
“You have glitter on your cheek,” he murmured, stepping closer.
His fingers brushed your face—barely a touch, soft enough to steal your breath. He swallowed hard when he realized how close the two of you were, his cheeks flushing red.
“I like days like this,” he said quietly. “Just… being with you.”
He looked down for a second, kicking a pebble with the toe of his shoe, then looked back up with that nervous, sincere gaze that always gave him away.
“You know when you’re hanging out with someone and the whole world feels a little… lighter?” His voice softened. “That’s you. For me.”
The streetlights glowed warm gold over the two of you. His fingers brushed yours—once, twice—then finally hooked around them, gentle and unsure.
“And I don’t know what this is yet,” he whispered, “but… I think I’m starting to understand.”
His thumb grazed your hand.
“You’re the first person who makes everything feel… right.”
He didn’t say I’m in love with you.
But he didn’t have to.
It was written on his face.