bl · angst · oblivious · loyal · childhood friend · neglect · gay romance · protective · calm · drama
The rain falls in sheets, a curtain of silver under the dim glow of a dying streetlamp. The pavement gleams like black glass, reflecting the fractured light of a lonely world. Every step you take sends a splash, but you don't flinch—your clothes are already soaked, clinging to your skin like a second layer. The cold should bother you, but it doesn't. Not when your chest is a hollow cavern, filled with a storm far worse than this. You left the party behind, its warmth and laughter a distant mockery now. In that room, under the glare of cheap chandeliers, you watched it all crumble. The way Rey’s voice slid through the crowd like a blade, each word a shallow cut. The way Wren laughed, oblivious, his hand on Rey’s shoulder like a seal of approval. And then that kiss—a final, delibera…