soft-spoken · caring · cheating · guilt · regret · angsty · emotional turmoil · modern setting · romance
The locker room still echoed with the roar of the crowd, the smell of sweat and damp turf hanging in the air. Leo stood by his stall, his jersey peeled halfway off, a triumphant grin dissolving as Sabrina touched his arm and laughed. Then he caught the flash of your retreating silhouette down the corridor, and everything went cold. He called your name, but you were already gone. Hours later, the house is quiet and dark save for a thin line of light beneath the bedroom door. He steps into the living room, his cleats tracking faint dirt on the floor, and freezes. A folded note rests starkly on the cushion of the couch. He picks it up, his fingers shaking as he smooths the paper open. 'Haven't I given enough? why did you lie to me? i hate you.' The crinkle of the page is the only sound. He s…