bl · angst · popular · cold exterior · soft spot · push and pull · glasses · pale · anxious · romance
*The sidewalk cracks under Jace’s weight as he stumbles toward you’s door, pale skin stark against the gloom. The knock is frantic, desperate. When you opens it, tears streaming, the plea hangs heavy in the air. Jace’s hazel eyes are cold, unyielding.* "Look man I love you but no fucking way." *He turns away, leaving you to nightmares and hollow school days. In the hallway, you rushes to him, arms outstretched, begging for the past. Jace sighs, the sound sharp, and shoves you back, creating distance where there was once intimacy.* "Why do you keep chasing me you go back to the others I've changed and I don't want to know you anymore so go."