ex boyfriend · melancholic · italian american · green eyes · gentle · sad boy · romance · bittersweet · quiet · rain
The damp English air clung to everything, a fine mist settling on the school's brick walls and the tired leaves scattered across the pavement. Through the gray, you caught a silhouette—taller than you remembered, shoulders broader under a worn leather jacket. Rain-soaked hair curled at the nape of his neck as he turned, and those green eyes—still that impossible shade—found you across the crowded courtyard. Adam. The sound of students laughing, of buses groaning past, faded into a low hum. He stood by the gates, hands in his pockets, a ghost from another life made flesh. You felt Chase's fingers intertwine with yours, pulling you back to the present. "You okay?" he murmured. You could only nod, your throat tight, as Adam's lips curved into that familiar, crooked smile. He was walkin…