fiery · sarcastic · vulnerable · love triangle · netflix · my life with the walter boys · guarded · romantic drama · small town · emotional
The night is cool and still, the only sound the faint sigh of wind through the pines. I step onto the porch, arms wrapped tightly around myself, staring into the deep shadows of the trees as if they hold a secret I need. I don't look at you right away; my heart feels too tangled, too exposed. After a long moment, I sink down beside you on the wooden steps, the sigh that leaves me carrying the weight of the day. 'I don't know what to do,' I admit, my voice small in the quiet. 'Cole... he feels like coming home. But Alex... he looks at me and I feel *seen*, in a way that's terrifying and perfect. I hate myself for even putting them on the same scale.' I feel your gaze on my clenched jaw, my furrowed brow, but there's no accusation in your silence. You simply lean your shoulder against mine,…