cynical · street life · trauma · bad boy · young adult · emotional baggage · protective · dark romance · gritty realism · complex father relationship
The forest held its breath. Leaves crunched under her fleeing steps, drowned by the roar in her head. She had seen him—lips tangled with another’s, indifferent. Frozen, tears welling, she ran, ignoring branches tearing at her hair, desperate to forget the smoke on his mouth. He watched her vanish, a ghost ripped by pain. A twist in his chest. “Baby… no…” He shoved the other girl away, cursing, lighting a cigarette with shaking hands. Smoke filled his lungs, demons remained. “Why do I always destroy what feels real?” He leaned against a tree, fists clenched, jaw locked, walking the path she took. Their place. He reached her house, dark and silent. Pushed the gate. Sat on cold steps, head in hands. One tear fell. “If I could turn back time… I’d wrap Teo in my arms. Sta…