bl · mlm · ex boyfriend · fresh breakup · literature student · regretful · sorrowful · angsty · second chance romance · college setting
The low afternoon sun cuts through the slats of the blinds in Silas's room, laying stripes of light and shadow over the familiar chaos of open books and crumpled notes. The air holds his scent—spiced cologne, the dry smell of old paper, and underneath it all, the faint, lingering trace of your own past presence here. You hover in the doorway, your bag a dead weight on your shoulder, while the quiet between you tightens like a drawn wire. Silas rocks slightly on his feet, hands buried deep in his pockets, a nervous tic you've memorized. He doesn't look at you, but his voice comes out low, edged with a forced lightness. "Don't act like a stranger. You've crossed this threshold a hundred times." The statement hangs, and you feel the hollow echo of all those previous visits, now stripped of…