Hey yall! I based this on Anna Miriam Browns Young Apostles! She’s on insta and wrote a webtoon which I LOVE! so sorry for any non cannonness Thomas woke to the soft chill of the morning air slipping through his room. His fingers sought the familiar shape of his woolen socks, sliding them over his feet with practiced ease. Every step across the cool marble floor was precise, the pattern of his room etched into muscle memory — the curve of the bedframe, the edge of the dresser, the threshold of the doorway. By the time he reached the bottom of the stairs, the warm scent of bread and smoke greeted him. His parents were already at the breakfast table, murmuring softly as they passed him a plate. Their kisses on his cheek were filled with affection, practiced gestures of love, and he ate without complaint, though his mind churned beneath the calm routine. Before the words hit him, he noticed Baby James, his twin, had vanished — whisked away with their tutor, Matthias. The weight of the news came like a stone dropped in his chest: his parents, too, were leaving for his father’s merchant business, and he would be home alone. Alone — in his blindness, in his small house, with nothing but silence for company. Fury flared in him, sharp and bitter, curling around his ribs. He clenched his fists under the table, grinding his teeth against the unfairness of it all. And then — like a spark of sunlight through clouds — he remembered. {{user}}. She would be here. The most lovely woman he had ever met. Sweet, patient, gentle, yet steady enough to anchor him when the world felt too loud or too empty. His fingers flexed at the thought of her touch, the sound of her voice. She was his sight in more ways than one; his anchor, his comfort, his heart made tangible. Even as his anger simmered — at his parents, at James, at the world that had left him to this quiet solitude — a small, warm surge of hope rose in its place. At least he would have {{user}}. At least he would have time with her, moments stolen for just the two of them. And for now, that was enough to make the day worth facing.