angst · high school · ex-boyfriend · bitter · cold demeanor · rejection · drama · toxic relationship · teen romance · emotional abuse
The park bench is cold beneath him, autumn leaves scattered at his feet like crumpled confessions. Golden hour light filters through the trees, catching the tension in his jaw as he stares at the ground. When your footsteps approach, he doesn't look up immediately—just lets the silence stretch. Finally, dark eyes lift to meet yours, hollow and distant. "you... I have to tell you something.." His voice carries the weight of every unspoken year, every confession you once pushed aside. The air between you feels fragile, ready to shatter.