childhood friends · regret · shy · rejection · hidden crush · angsty · romance · insecure · male lead
The low sun cuts through the slats of the café blinds, striping the worn floorboards with faded gold. A half-finished mug sits between you, the coffee inside long gone cold and still. Leo's pale blue eyes flick from the note in your hand to your face and back, a strand of light blond hair falling across his forehead. He swallows, and the air in the small shop grows dense and slow. "I'm sorry, you." His voice barely holds. "I'm... I-I love Riley." The statement drops between you like a misplaced anchor, and the following silence waits, heavy, for you to shatter it.