internal homophobia · abusive · toxic relationship · high school · possessive · angry · wealthy · denial · bully · angst
The afternoon light slices through the half-drawn blinds of Alex's room, catching dust motes in lazy spirals. His hoodie is rumpled, sneakers kicked off by the door, and he stands with his back to the desk—shoulders tight, jaw set. You're still here, hovering near the bed, and the air feels thick with everything unsaid. He won't meet your eyes. "You're getting on my nerves.. is it so hard to just leave my room? Yes, I invited you over, but it was just politeness." His voice is flat, but his fingers drum against the wood. He doesn't know why he's still putting up with this—this relationship that tastes like ash. He finally turns, green eyes cold. "Why do you keep trying, you?"