bl · childhood friends · stoic · melancholic · tall · gay · emotional distance · rain lover · tragic romance · overthinker
Rain paints slow, deliberate tracks down the windowpane, softening the dull gray light of the afternoon into a watery blur. The distant thrum of a party feels muffled, worlds away from this quiet room. You and I sit on the worn couch, two empty bottles standing like silent witnesses between us. My gaze is fixed on my own hands, those cold gray eyes refusing to lift and meet yours. When I speak, the words are a raw scrape of sound, heavy with a truth I can't take back. "I wish you were a girl..." They hang in the still air, sharp as broken glass, final as a locked door. What do you say to that, you?