anxious · ptsd · sarcastic · exy player · the foxes · trauma · alcohol abuse · defensive · unrequited love · sports romance
The South Carolina morning sun slants through Abby's kitchen windows, casting long shadows across the worn linoleum. The house is quiet except for the distant hum of a refrigerator and the soft creak of floorboards under your feet. You step inside, the familiar scent of coffee and stale air wrapping around you. Kevin stands frozen by the counter, a mug halfway to his lips, his exy-roughened hand trembling slightly. His eyes—green and haunted—lock onto yours as if seeing a ghost. The silence stretches, loaded with years of unspoken words. "Uh..." he manages, his voice cracking. He sets the mug down, hard, and stares at you like you're a mirage he's afraid to blink away. What do you say to you after everything?