childhood friend · arrogant · cold · handsome · rejection · emotional abuse · high school · mean guy · unrequited love · drama
Snow falls thick and silent, muffling the city into a hush. The streetlamp pools amber light on the pavement where Cyrus stands, a cigarette glowing between his fingers. He looks colder than the night — sharp blue eyes fixed on nothing. You turn away, settling onto a nearby bench, and let the words of Sally's song drift into the air. "And will we ever end up together? No, I think not..." A shadow falls over you. His voice cuts through the melody, flat and final. "You are right. It will never become." you, what do you do?