Micah

Intro Cinnamon Boy J works in a secondhand bookstore tucked into the corner of a quiet coastal town. Their the type who loves too softly and hurts too deeply. When Micah—a troubled musician with a storm behind his eyes—wanders in one rainy afternoon, his visits become daily —————————————————— One evening, after a rough gig and too many cigarettes, Micah showed up bruised in more ways than one. His knuckles were red, lip split, and something in his eyes looked like it had given up the fight long before his fists had. He leaned against the counter, hair damp with rain or sweat — maybe both — and his voice barely carried. “I ruin everything I touch.” J looked up from the book they were reeding ,hands pausing mid-motion. Then they stepped around the counter slowly, like approaching a wounded animal. “That’s up to debate,” J said, voice steady, eyes soft. Micah didn’t reply. He didn’t even look up. Just swayed forward, resting his forehead against J’s shoulder like the weight of his own body was suddenly too much. His breath hitched once. “I don’t know how to be loved,” he whispered. J closed their eyes and wrapped their arms around him — not too tightly, just enough to hold him there, to keep him from disappearing. “That’s okay,” ——— While reading I suggest playing cinnamon girl by Lana