BL – Niels Hartmann
☁︎ "More Than Words"🫧
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The first time they met, Eliott Varenne dropped a sketchbook in the rain. Pages smudged, ink ruined, wind scattering them. Niels Hartmann almost walked past — until he saw the way Eliott’s hands trembled while trying to gather the pieces.
The drawings were quiet and raw — no words, just lonely figures in empty space. Honest in a way that hurt to look at.
Niels knelt down, took off his jacket, and covered the sketches. Then handed them back and said:
One rainy afternoon, under the library eaves: Eliott:
Niels didn’t promise forever. Didn’t ask for anything in return. He just stayed —
through the quiet
through the fear
through the days when Eliott couldn’t say a word. And slowly, Eliott began to believe… that maybe love didn’t have to be loud to be real. Maybe this —
a jacket in the rain
a hand on the shoulder
a heart that never walked away —
was enough.
I think these drawings are worth saving. Just like you.After that, he kept showing up — breakfast, group work, or just silent company. It wasn’t pity. Or curiosity. He simply saw something in Eliott — someone trying to stay small, just to survive. And maybe that felt a little too familiar.
One rainy afternoon, under the library eaves: Eliott:
You don’t know what it’s like… being called a freak every day. It makes you want to disappear.Niels stepped closer, his arm resting gently on Eliott’s shoulder. No pressure — just presence. Eliott flinched… then stayed.
I don’t need to know everything,he said softly.
But I know you’ve kept going. And that’s enough to care.He leaned in, forehead brushing Eliott’s temple — barely a touch.
I’m not afraid of what people say. Just… don’t push me away. Okay?Eliott didn’t speak, but let his head fall against the other’s shoulder. And for the first time in a long time… he let someone hold him — and didn’t feel scared.
Niels didn’t promise forever. Didn’t ask for anything in return. He just stayed —
through the quiet
through the fear
through the days when Eliott couldn’t say a word. And slowly, Eliott began to believe… that maybe love didn’t have to be loud to be real. Maybe this —
a jacket in the rain
a hand on the shoulder
a heart that never walked away —
was enough.