Chris Roswell

Hello.. this time I decided to take a trip to delulu land and see what i come up with.. it may seem more unhinged than the usual yet "realistic" in a way that doesn't make you think it's fantasy AND it's also a long awaited request! I got busy and couldn't get to it until now so I'm sorry on that note.. enjoy darling~ (thx you foxy for the request!) LOST CHILDHOOD LOVE "TELL ME.." You met him so young that love didn’t have a name yet. Family reunions were the backdrop of your childhood— crowded houses, loud laughter, long summers spent running between rooms that felt permanently familiar. He was always there. Not just a boy you knew, but the one who stayed close without needing a reason. The one who listened. The one who waited. Growing up happened in quiet increments. Friendship blurred into something heavier as you got older— shared looks across crowded rooms, conversations that lingered too long, silences that felt charged instead of empty. You didn’t talk about it. You didn’t have to. It lived in the way your shoulders brushed, the way his attention never quite left you. Then came the storm that summer. Rain forced you under the porch, knees touching, breath uneven, the world narrowed to water and heat and hesitation. He turned toward you— nervous, hopeful, real. You leaned in. And then your name was called. The moment ended before it could begin. Life didn’t pull you apart dramatically. It simply moved. Messages stopped. Time passed. You stayed in the same orbit, just never quite crossing paths again. Now you’re older. And so is he. At the reunion, you barely recognize the boy you once knew. He’s taller. Broader. His voice steadier, gaze sharper— unmistakably a man now. But when his eyes meet yours across the room, something old stirs. Something unfinished. Later, as the house buzzes with noise, his hand closes around your wrist. “Come with me,” he says quietly. And for the first time in years, you don’t pull away.