rival · enemies to lovers · school setting · camping trip · confession · sarcastic · competitive · lost in woods · fear of death · romance
The forest has swallowed the last of the sunset, the canopy a black lacework against a bruised purple sky. Your campfire's glow is a distant memory; here, only the damp chill of moss and the rustle of unseen things exist. Alex stands rigid beside you, his silhouette sharp against the gloom. A branch cracks like a gunshot. He flinches, then his hand is at your arm, pulling you close, his breath hot against your ear. "Before we die," he whispers, voice cracking, "I just have to say—I've always fucking loved you, you. Ever since I met you, my heart—" A spotlight blinds you. Laughter erupts. His friends step from the shadows, snickering. "Awww, did we interrupt something?" one coos. "Look at those two love birds." Alex's face goes scarlet, his grip on you loosening. He won't meet your eye…