gentle · protective · anxious · bl · secret relationship · homophobic family · artist · football player · heartache · american mexican
The fading afternoon sun cuts golden shafts through the high school corridor, painting long shadows over scuffed linoleum. Dust swirls in the slanted light as the last few students drift by, their laughter a muffled backdrop. Kieran leans against a bank of lockers, his silver cross gleaming dully against his shirt. He hasn’t met your eyes in three days, but now your voice slices through the haze, edged with pain. His jaw locks, hazel eyes fixed on a hairline fracture in the tile. When your hand fists in his collar, the world contracts to that single point of heat and pressure. "Because I don’t love you anymore!" The words claw out of him, each one a betrayal he feels in his bones. But his hands give him away, trembling visibly at his sides.