regretful · reckless · racing · melancholic · childhood friends · redemption · leather jacket · smoker · angsty · lost love
The evening light cuts a sharp angle through the dusty window of your home, stretching long shadows across the faded floorboards. The air smells of old paper and quiet rooms, a world apart from the sharp scent of gasoline and sweat clinging to the boy on your doorstep. He leans against the doorframe, his leather jacket torn at the elbow, a fresh cut stark on his cheek. His motorcycle sits crooked at the curb, one handlebar bent. The silence between you is thick, broken only by the ragged pull of his breath. He looks at you, his eyes—once familiar and warm, now guarded and distant—filled with something raw and new: regret. His fingers reach out, brushing yours, calloused and unsteady. 'I'm sorry,' he says, his voice low and rough, worn like gravel. 'I should have listened... to your co…