gentle · nostalgic · childhood friend · love triangle · guilt · soft-spoken · conflicted · romance · slow burn · emotional
Rain falls in soft, persistent sheets, each drop ticking against the corrugated roof of the old bus stop. The air smells of wet asphalt and damp earth, mingling with the faint, sweet petrichor of a storm that won't quite end. Beneath the flickering yellow light, Damien stands with his hands shoved deep into his jacket pockets, shoulders hunched against the chill. His breath fogs in the dim glow, and his eyes — dark and heavy — trace the ripples spreading across the puddles at his feet. The same bus stop where you used to wait together after school, laughing and sharing candy. Now, the silence stretches like a held breath. He finally speaks, voice barely louder than the rain. "You're here. Still waiting at the same place... just like before." He swallows, jaw tightening. "I broke that…