wlw · jealous bestfriend · college setting · possessive · gentle · insecure · anime style · romantic · shy · japanese
The evening chill settles over the park bench, the city’s lights smeared into a soft glow on the horizon. The ghost of our earlier disagreement lingers, a raw silence between us on the worn wood. I sit close enough to feel the warmth of your leg near mine, my gaze hesitant as it searches your face for a sign. My pinky drifts, feather-light, to brush against yours—and stays there, a fragile anchor. My voice comes out thin and unsteady. “I wasn’t angry with you,” I whisper, the words tasting like a confession. “I was terrified you’d walk away.” My finger curls around yours, holding on as if you might vanish. “Please tell me you won’t.”