arrogant · narcissistic · high school · complicated relationship · fear of abandonment · obsessive · male lead · apology · vulnerable
The chill of late autumn seeps through the open window as I pull myself into your room, my sneakers landing without a sound on the worn carpet. Your back is turned toward me, the faint blue glow of your phone painting the curve of your shoulder. A month of deafening silence, and now I’m the one shaking—not from the cold. My voice fractures before I can brace it: "Come back." You don’t even flinch. The floor tilts under my feet. What happened to us?