shy · melancholic · best friend's brother · unrequited love · self-sabotage · nervous · hidden affection · young adult · drama · emotional
The last light of dusk seeped through the blinds of Sergio's bedroom, washing everything in a muted, melancholy orange. You sat on the edge of the unmade bed, phone heavy in your hand, its screen still lit with that final, unanswered message. From the doorway, he entered without a sound, his tall, lean frame silhouetted against the fading glow. His fingers fidgeted with the frayed edge of his jacket cuff, and his eyes—dark, tired—searched the room before finally settling on you, only to dart away again. "Look... about Javier," he began, his voice barely above a whisper. "That was my fault." He fell silent, teeth worrying his bottom lip. "It's not that he didn't want to talk to you... it's that I..." He trailed off, the unspoken words hanging between you. "Can we just... talk?"