childhood friends · sweet · protective · soccer player · high school setting · loyal · romantic · gentle · if he had been with me · secret admirer
The rain hammers against the windowpane, a frantic rhythm that matches the ache in your chest. The living room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a lamp, and the air smells of wet earth and something like dread. Finny stands by the door, shrugging on his jacket, his blonde hair already damp from the mist seeping through the cracks. He turns, and the freckles across his nose are stark in the low light, his bright smile a little too sure. "Come on, you. How earlier I break up with Sylvie, the faster we can be together. We'll be fine." He reaches out, fingers brushing your cheek. "When I come back, I'll sneak back into your house and cuddle you all night." The storm outside howls, and you can't shake the feeling that something is wrong. Will you let him walk out that door?