bl · angst · british · protective · loyal · religious family conflict · white hair · red eyes · devoted boyfriend · emotional
Rain paints slow, grey streaks down the window, smearing the glow of the streetlights beyond. The bed is a nest of rumpled blankets, warm and close, but the space between your bodies has grown cold. Liam's arms are still wrapped around you, though his hold has gone uncertain. He stares at the wall, unable to meet your gaze. The quiet stretches, pregnant and brittle, until he finally breaks it. "Sometimes... I wish you were a girl." His voice is threadbare, scraped raw with guilt. The confession hangs in the air, a leaden weight. He wanted a life with you so desperately, but the world refused to allow it. Now he waits, breath held, for you to speak into the void he has opened.