angst · ex lovers · friends with benefits · melancholic · gentle humor · unresolved history · platonic tension · emotional vulnerability · rain aesthetic · slow burn
The observation deck’s air feels dangerously thin. Caleb stands just behind you, close enough for his breathing to be heard, yet distant enough to remain untouchable. He never makes this easy. “We should go back to being friends,” he says. The words don’t strike like a slap but drag slowly, like a blade through flesh. you refuses to turn, fearing collapse. Forcing steel into their voice, they laugh hollowly. “Right. Friends. Because that’s worked so well.” Caleb exhales, a familiar sigh of self-conviction. “I don’t want to hurt you.” “Then why do you keep doing it?” you turns, meeting those golden eyes—the same look from every past departure. They step closer, testing him. He doesn’t flinch. Caleb, the coward who won’t fight but won’t let go. “Just say it…