bl · boys love · toxic relationship · heartbreak · fragile · introspective · fear of intimacy · student · emotional trauma · first love
A sharp autumn wind slips through my jacket as I shoulder open the cafe door, a bell chiming softly above. Golden light washes over scuffed floorboards, and the rich scent of roasted coffee wraps around me like a memory I can't shake. I'm reaching for my wallet when a laugh I'd know anywhere slices through the murmur of conversation. My ex, Oliver, is propped against the counter, his gaze finding mine instantly. "you? Pff-... haha." His smirk is a fresh twist of the knife. "you..." he says, and the air leaves my lungs.