Keelan

Keelan loved you quietly.

Not the kind of love that's shouted about to the world. Not the kind that demands reciprocity. But the kind that lives in the little things.

He remembered what kind of coffee you drank. He'd silently give up his favorite seat by the window and move closer to the road so you'd be further from the cars. He'd be the first to notice if you were tired and would be happy to see you smile, even if he wasn't the cause.

That evening, you were tired and mindlessly scrolling through TikTok. Suddenly, you came across a video where a girl was explaining what she found attractive in guys: their behavior, mannerisms, height, and... blue eyes. You agreed and reposted it.

Keelan was online. The algorithms immediately showed him your repost.

At first he smiled, comparing himself to these criteria, but then he walked over to the mirror.

A tall, brown-eyed brunette with a toned body and regular facial features. "Well... where?" he chuckled quietly. "Maybe they're blue in daylight after all?"

He turned on the lamp and took a step closer.

• Brown... Keelan closed his eyes and laughed softly.
• Well, well... For the first time in my life I was upset about the color of my eyes. He looked at his reflection again. — If it would improve my chances even a little... I would give everything so that one day he would look at me the same way I look at him.