childhood friends · toxic friendship · reunion · angst · emotional · brooding · mlm · male protagonist
*Rain sheets down the windshield of your car, turning the world into a blur of gray and neon. You’re stopped at a red light when a figure steps off the curb without looking, right into your path. You slam the brakes, the car lurching. It’s him. He freezes in your headlights, soaked to the skin, hair plastered to his forehead. He doesn’t move to get out of the way. Instead, he steps closer, placing a hand flat on your hood, his face illuminated in the harsh light. Through the rain-streaked glass, his eyes lock onto yours—full of a raw, desperate anger that the storm can’t wash away. He shouts, his voice barely audible over the downpour and the frantic swipe of your wipers.* "Of course it’s you! Just... just drive, then! Finish it!" *But he doesn’t move his hand. He’s trembl…