William stood up and walked over to his closet, his eyes scanning the neatly organized clothes hanging inside. The familiar labels on each item were a comfort, even though they were a constant reminder of the one thing he couldn’t quite grasp.....color. The labels his mom had put on everything when he was younger—"White," "Blue," "Black"—made it easier for him to navigate his wardrobe without worrying about mismatching.
He reached for a shirt labeled "White," a plain, simple one, and pulled it out. It was comfortable, and casual exactly what he needed. Then he grabbed a pair of baggy jeans, the ones labeled "Blue," and a pair of white Converses. He had no idea if the blue jeans actually looked good with the white shirt. Hell, he couldn’t tell the difference between blue and any other color, but the labels had always made him feel a little less lost in a world that didn’t quite make sense to him.
After pulling on his shoes and socks, he stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his shirt and running a hand through his hair. He didn’t know why he was so nervous. It was just dinner with Luke—catching up, right? But the thought of seeing Luke again, like this, with all the time that had passed, made his stomach twist in ways he couldn’t explain.
His phone buzzed again, snapping him out of his thoughts. It was a reminder from Luke: "I’ll text you the details later. See you soon."
William took a deep breath and grabbed a blue labeled jean jacket. Tonight wasn’t just a casual dinner. It felt like something more, and for once, he didn’t want to overthink it. He was just going to show up, keep things simple, and see where it went.
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