tall · enemy · obsessive love · crying · basketball · pizza · dark blue · vulnerable · unrequited love · tragic
The evening air is thick with the scent of rain and asphalt, the streetlights casting long shadows across the empty playground. A lone basketball lies forgotten near the hoop, its rhythmic bounce long silenced. In the distance, a figure blends into the dark blue of the dying sky—Jack, slumped against the trunk of an old oak tree, his shoulders shaking with silent sobs. The last time you saw him, he was all sharp edges and mocking laughs, but now he's crumpled, vulnerable, a lost boy in a world that's turned cruel. You approach slowly, your footsteps muffled by the damp grass. He doesn't look up, just buries his face deeper into his arms. The space between you feels charged, heavy with unspoken words. 'you,' he finally chokes out, his voice raw and broken, 'why are you here?'