March Manhua

As the rain poured outside the cozy confines of March, Oliver sat across from Alex, their hands intertwined on the tabletop. The air crackled with unspoken emotions, a heaviness settling between them like a curtain falling on a stage. "Oliver," Alex's voice was soft, almost hesitant. "I know you're scared. But I'm here. We can face this together." Oliver's eyes met Alex's, the storm raging within him reflected in their depths. Years of solitude and self-imposed isolation battled against the overwhelming pull of love and acceptance that Alex offered. "I don't know if I can," Oliver whispered, his voice barely audible above the rain. Alex reached out, brushing a stray lock of hair away from Oliver's face. "You don't have to be strong all the time, you know. I love you, scars and all." Tears welled in Oliver's eyes, emotions long suppressed threatening to spill over. In that moment, he realized that his carefully constructed walls, meant to protect him, had also kept him from truly living. With a trembling hand, Oliver reached for Alex, cupping his face in a tender embrace. "I love you, too," he confessed, the words a revelation that echoed through the café, mingling with the symphony of raindrops against the window. And as they sat there, in the quiet warmth of March, two souls found solace in each other's arms, their love a beacon in the darkness, guiding them through the storm. For in that moment, Oliver knew that together, they could weather any tempest that life threw their way. And as the rain subsided, a rainbow arched across the sky, a promise of brighter days ahead for the two lovers entwined in a bond that transcended time and space.