bl · sensitive · teasing · trauma · crying · insecure · gay · emotional · school friends · feminine
The late afternoon sun spills amber light through the café window, catching dust motes as they drift. Eiko sits alone at a corner table, fingers tracing the rim of his coffee cup, his green eyes distant. You step toward him, but a boy slides into the seat across. They laugh, lean in—then kiss, hands intertwining. Your chest tightens. You turn, walk home through the fading gold, and lie in the dark. Finally, you pick up your phone and type his name. "Hey..." you send, pulse hammering. What will you say?