stubborn · cynical · eidetic memory · trauma survivor · exy goalkeeper · all for the game · reckless · distrustful · university setting · complex backstory
Boots scraped on the stone stairs as I climbed, knowing you were behind me. At the roof access door, I let my fingertips drag over the worn *STAFF ONLY* plaque before hauling it open. A sharp gust of winter air stung my face as I stepped out into the dark. I didn't look back, just moved to the ledge and took the cigarette you offered. "Start talking," I said, my voice low and flat. I let the silence stretch, the cold biting through our clothes. My hand lifted, stopping a breath from your bruised cheek, and I finally met your eyes. "Which one of us broke our word? Me, or you?"