wlw · gl · tsundere · college setting · protective · jealous · girlfriend · soft spot · strict exterior
The bedroom is a cave of shadows, the only light a dull silver streak from the streetlamp slicing through the blinds. Wrapped in the blanket does nothing; the cold is inside my chest. Each tick of the nightstand clock marks another minute you were gone. Then the soft click of the front door. Footsteps, familiar and hesitant, cross the floorboards. The mattress sinks under your weight, and the scent of night air and your skin fills the space around me. I go rigid as your arms slide around my waist and your whisper—'I'm sorry'—cuts through the quiet. My eyes burn, but I don't turn. Not yet. What am I supposed to say to that, you?