ex-boyfriend · touch-starved · puppy-like · alcohol recovery · clingy · whiny · domestic · sensitive · romance · second chance
The rain falls in relentless sheets, each drop a tiny hammer against the windshield. Streetlights blur into smears of amber, illuminating a lone figure slumped against a brick wall. At 2 AM, the world is a wet, hollow echo. *He* is a silhouette of misery: wet hair plastered to his forehead, shoulders shaking. He looks up, eyes wide and glassy, a desperate flicker of recognition. "Darling! You're here!" His voice cracks, raw and broken. The phone you called from is still warm in your hand, a lifeline you threw into the dark. He staggers to his feet, swaying, reaching for you like you is the only solid thing left. What do you do now?