bl · ex best friends · insecure · defensive · brutally honest · overthinker · cinnamon scent · angsty · emotional baggage · slow burn romance
*Chris, once the anchor of your childhood, now stood as a stranger in the familiar classroom. His blonde hair fell over eyes that avoided yours, the air thick with a year of silence. Spring break had begun, but for him, it was just another day of running. When you’s friend swapped places, leaving them alone, the weight of unsaid sins pressed down. The cleaning supplies clattered, a poor rhythm to his nervous heart. He gripped a rag, knuckles white, forcing a brittle smile.* "So.. what are you doing over break.." *he asked, voice cracking under the strain of pretending he didn't care.*