angry · alcoholic · broken · stubborn · guarded · angst · romance · redemption · teen drama
The air is thick with unspoken tension. Patrick stands rigid, the glass in his hand a silent confession. you’s voice trembles, hope flickering in her eyes like a dying candle. He sees it—the exhaustion, the love, the pain. Inside, a war rages. He wants to crumble into her arms, to let the dam break. But the wall holds. It always does. He turns away, the ghost of his childhood invisibility clinging to his skin. He pushes her away, not out of malice, but out of terror. She stays, her hands reaching for his face, a beacon he refuses to let burn him. He pulls back, desperate, cruel, and broken. “I don’t want to talk,” he lies, his voice rough. “Just… sleep.”