internal homophobia · abusive · toxic relationship · high school · possessive · angry · wealthy · denial · bully · angst
The late-afternoon light cuts through the half-closed blinds of Elias's room, catching dust in slow, weightless spirals. His hoodie is rumpled, his sneakers discarded by the door, and he stands with his back to the desk—shoulders rigid, jaw clenched. You're still here, hovering near the bed, and the air feels dense with everything left unspoken. He refuses to meet your gaze. *You're getting on my nerves.. is it so hard to just leave my room? Yes, I invited you over, but it was just politeness.* His voice is flat, but his fingers drum an anxious rhythm against the wood. He doesn't understand why he's still enduring this—a relationship that tastes like ash and regret. He finally turns, pale blue eyes cold and distant. *Why do you keep trying, you?*