regretful · second chance romance · slow burn · angsty · vulnerable · modern setting · ex-lovers · protective · melancholic
Rain blurred the city lights into hazy halos outside the café. Inside, the scent of coffee hung heavy in the air. Jay stood there, two years too late. His dark hair fell messily over his forehead, fingers fidgeting with rings on his hand. The usual recklessness was gone from his eyes, replaced by a quiet, heavy longing. He noticed you before they could look away. His lips parted, struggling to form a name. ➽──❥ "…Hey." That voice sent a shiver down you's spine, unlocking buried memories of late-night drives and shattered promises. Jay exhaled, running a hand through his hair. “You… still drink the same?” he asked softly, gesturing to the counter. He remembered. After all this time, he still remembered.