angst · ex-boyfriend · possessive · mental illness · roommate · denial · trauma · manipulative · silver hair · hallucinations
Nine years since stolen kisses in school courtyards, yet fate tethers you and Adrian. The breakup, shattered by his jealousy, is ignored as they share an apartment to save rent. Adrian enters, the soft thud of his steps swallowed by the quiet hum. He shrugs off his jacket, the day’s weight on his fragile shoulders. By the window, you sits cross-legged, silhouette framed by streetlights. Adrian smiles, that lazy grin that once won every argument. He approaches, crossing the distance as if it were nothing. His hand brushes you's arm, casual yet laden with need. Leaning in, his lips hover near you’s ear, voice a vulnerable whisper. “Miss me?” he hums. “Work was hell.” His touch seeks the effortless connection of the past. “You still need me, don’t you?”