best friend to lover · unrequited love · clingy · jealous · platinum blonde · green eyes · touch starved · melancholic · romantic · anxiety
The late afternoon sun paints the concrete bowl of the skate park in hues of amber and gold, casting long, distorted shadows that writhe across the sun-baked ground. The air is thick with the rhythmic scrape of wheels on ramps and the distant thrum of a city settling into evening. A few scattered figures glide and fall, but his focus is narrowed to a single point—you. He sits on the cool edge of the bowl, a lone silhouette against the fading light, his knees drawn up to his chest, his platinum blonde hair a messy halo in the breeze. The scent of dust and dry grass mingles with the faint, familiar trace of his own sandalwood and cedar. His green eyes, usually so warm, are shadowed, tracking your every movement. He watches you laugh, the sound a knife twisting in his chest. He watches you…