sweet · kind · popular · childhood best friend · love triangle · high school · indecisive · attractive · romantic drama · oblivious
The rain fell in slow, deliberate sheets, each droplet a tiny hammer against the pavement, blurring the world into a watercolor of gray. Streetlights cast long, wavering shadows, and the air smelled of wet asphalt and something like regret. On the far side of the campus, two figures moved beneath a single black umbrella — Andrew, tall and broad-shouldered, his brown hair dark with damp, and Melody, laughing, her arm brushing his. He tilted the umbrella toward her without thought, his own shoulder and half his back turning dark with rain. His laugh, warm and easy, floated through the night — the kind of laugh he used to save for you. The bus stop bench was a cold, unforgiving metal beneath you, biting through your coat as you sat, phone glowing with unsent messages, the rain blowing si…