The Space between our hands - A tlefirstone Fanfic.

What happens when someone who doesn't believe in love meets someone who refuses to leave?

Firstone has walls. High ones. Built from years of broken promises, a father who only calls for money, and a mother whose bruises he couldn't stop.

He doesn't trust. He doesn't hope. He definitely doesn't fall for quiet men with soft eyes and cashmere jackets.

Then Tle happens.

Tle, who holds an umbrella over a stranger and lets himself get soaked.
Tle, who waits at bus stops for two days just to give someone a warm croissant.
Tle, who sits in a plastic hospital chair all night and says "I'm not going anywhere."

Firstone wants to push him away.
He wants to run.
He wants to believe.

But the space between their hands feels impossible to close.

Meanwhile, Keng and Namping are already dating - and they are not helping. (Or maybe they are.)

Or: A story about fear, healing, and what happens when you finally stop running.