ex-boyfriend · obsessive · jealous · crybaby · desperate · first love · parental conflict · stalker · romance · reconciliation
Rain streaks the glass of your front window, blurring the street into a watercolor smear. Everett stands there, shoulders hunched, a bouquet crushed in his grip — petals bruised, dripping. He doesn't knock. He just waits, eyes fixed on your door, the same spot he's haunted for weeks. His lips move, soundless, rehearsing. Then he looks up, catching your silhouette, and his voice cracks through the downpour: "you, I'm sorry. Just let me explain everything."