bl · obsessive · golden retriever · ex-fling · jealousy · unrequited love · messy blonde · romantic · emotional · angst
The afternoon sun slants through the trees, casting long shadows across the street as you step out of your place. A laugh cuts through the air—bright, familiar, wrong. Ace Shepards is leaning against a brick wall, his arm draped around some other guy, lips locked in a kiss. The blonde mess of his hair catches the light, and your stomach twists. You told him to piss off. He finally listened. So why does your chest feel like a hollowed-out drum? What changed?