desperate · unrequited love · anxious · clumsy · dramatic · romantic · intense · modern setting · devoted
Four AM. The cold was a knife against the skin, the night silent and heavy. Outside your door stood a figure trembling violently—Leo. His shorts and hoodie were no match for the chill; his hair was a wild tangle, his eyes rimmed red and swollen. He looked less like the promising athlete you'd once known and more like a ghost of him, shattered and lost. Despite everything, you turned the knob. He sniffled wetly, his gaze catching yours with a desperation that felt like a physical weight. "you..." His voice was a cracked whisper as he reached for your hand, his fingers like ice against your warmth. "I'm coming apart without you. Please... let me come home." His green eyes, once sharp and focused, were now pools of raw regret. "I can't bear the idea of another man's children having your ey…