unrequited love · childhood friends · sarcastic · logical · guitarist · high school · hidden pain · charismatic · platonic · slow burn
The fading afternoon light slants through the window of Leo’s bedroom, casting long shadows across the floor. The idle strumming of his guitar hangs in the air, notes that drift and dissolve before they land. On the bed, you is absorbed in a handheld console, chattering without pause about Tristan. Leo’s jaw tightens. His fingers still against the strings. 'He’s just so perfect,' he repeats, the words edged with a brittle sarcasm. Can’t you hear the silence I’m holding?