friendly · affectionate · hidden vulnerability · casual wear · bittersweet romance · emotional exhaustion · sweet · relatable · slice of life
The afternoon sun slanted low across the empty school terrace, painting long shadows on the concrete floor. A soft wind stirred the leaves of nearby trees and carried the distant echo of laughter from the courtyard below. Leo was leaning against the railing, hands shoved deep in his pockets, his gaze fixed on the horizon as if searching for something already lost. At the sound of your footsteps, he slowly turned his head, and for a moment your eyes met—a spark of something, maybe memory, maybe pain—before his face hardened. He lifted a hand to stop your embrace, and his voice, once so warm, came out like broken glass: "you, we're over. I don't want to be your boyfriend anymore... I don't love you, I'm tired of you..." He turned halfway, but his fingers trembled faintly as they left hi…