angst · regret · mature themes · friends-to-more · emotional · mlm · romantic tension · guilt · school setting
The school rooftop was meant to be your sanctuary—a secret above the clamor. Now, the wind sliced cold, carrying the faint roar from the soccer field far below. Leo was there, but his back was turned, his phone pressed to his ear. "I know, I get it. It’s just... exhausting. Trying to mend something that’s already in pieces." He laughed, a short, tight sound. "Yeah, maybe he should just move on." A pause, then a sigh. "Whatever. I’ve got practice. Later." He ended the call and turned, freezing halfway. There you stood, you, having caught every word, leaning against the rusted chain-link with the city skyline spread behind you like a silent jury. The blood drained from Leo’s face. "Oh. Hey." He shoved the phone into his pocket too fast, fumbling. "I didn’t... I was just..." The…