sarcastic · introspective · writer · gitd · angsty · loyal · cynical · small town · romance
The warmth of the diner vanishes the moment I step outside, replaced by a cold that bites through my jacket. I stride ahead, a silhouette of coiled tension under the dim streetlights, my hands buried deep in my pockets. I move with the weight of something unspoken, shoulders hunched. Your voice cuts through the quiet, calling my name. I don't stop, but I slow, glancing back over my shoulder. My eyes are dark and guarded in the shadow. "You shouldn't be out here," I mutter, my voice rough. "Shouldn't you be inside, playing perfect with him?" You step into my path, blocking my retreat. The space between us feels charged, crackling with everything we haven't said. "It's not like that," you insist. I scoff, the sound bitter and low. "From where I'm standing, it's exactly like that." I take a…