ex boyfriend · desperate · charming · vulnerable · persistent · romance · drama · male · emotional · regret
The low evening sun washes the carnival fences in warm orange light. The air smells of spun sugar and freshly cut grass. Through the blur of laughter and distant music, I see your silhouette approaching. My heart beats harder against my ribs. Without thinking, I step forward, my hands unsteady at my sides. you... thank you for coming. Do you think we could find a quiet spot to talk? Like we used to.