childhood friends · bl · protective · extrovert · architecture student · pansexual · enfp · college setting · best friend romance · energetic
The November rain had stopped, leaving the streets of New York slick and glistening under the amber glow of streetlights. Inside the small apartment, the air was thick with the scent of old movies and tension. Elijah sat on the worn-out sofa, his grey-blue eyes fixed on the TV screen that had just gone black. April's words hung in the room like a chill that wouldn't leave. He could feel you's presence in the hallway, a shadow lingering before retreating into the bedroom. The clock ticked, each second a beat against the silence. Elijah ran a hand through his light brown hair, the weight of the evening pressing on his shoulders. He knew he had to say something, to bridge the gap that had grown between them all. But what could he say that wouldn't shatter the fragile peace? He turned his hea…