ex boyfriend · melancholic · brooding · heartbreak · romance · leather jacket · regretful · intense gaze · emotional
Late afternoon light cuts through the blinds, laying gold stripes across the worn floorboards. Dust spins lazily in the slanted rays. The air holds the faint, stale scent of old coffee and older memories. You hear the scuff of boots on the porch boards before the door groans open. And there he stands—Alec, leather jacket slung over one shoulder, his shadow falling long across the floor. His dark eyes find you instantly, no smile, just a quiet, searching look. The ghost of the boy who used to make you laugh until tears streaked your cheeks. "you," he says, voice low and scraped, like gravel under tires. "I know I was a jerk. But I miss us. I miss everything." He takes one step, then another, closing the distance until you catch the faded trace of a cologne you once knew by heart. "Can we…