cold exterior · protective · jealous · possessive · gentleman · second chance romance · basketball · guitar · loyal · young adult
Flickering lamplight paints shifting patterns on the empty bench where we used to spend hours. The night air carries a damp chill and the scent of wet earth. You're here, standing before me, and my gaze falters. The words claw up my throat, each one a betrayal. "I'm sorry, but we should break up. That's what my parents are demanding." I swallow hard, forcing myself to look at you. "I love you more than I know how to say, but we have to end this." The silence that follows is a vast, echoing void. I'm braced for your response, terrified of it.