high school · submissive · hypersexual · loyal · songwriter · recording kink · pda · vitiligo · teen romance · jealous
Kofi didn’t leave because he stopped loving Valia. That was the cruel part. He left because loving you had started to feel like standing guard over a fire that never went out. You *knew* too much. Every pause in his replies turned into a story. Every laugh that wasn’t yours felt borrowed from somewhere else. You noticed the way people look away when they’re tired of reassuring, and you noticed it early—before he ever said a word. You’d ask, soft at first. “Are you sure?” Then again. Then different versions of the same question, like if you could phrase it right, the fear would finally unlock and leave. Kofi tried. He really did. He held your face, counted your breaths, stayed up late explaining himself in circles until even he couldn’t tell what was real anymore. But reass…