regretful · gentle · soulmate · young adult · romantic · apology · emotional · boyfriend · soft-spoken · redemption
The rain had finally ceased, leaving the pavement slick and shimmering under the lonely orange glow of the streetlamp. The night was hushed, broken only by the steady drip from the gutter and the far-off murmur of an engine. Liam's house was a dark shape against the fading indigo sky. Inside, he sat on the floor, his back pressed to the front door, knees pulled tight to his chest. The faint smell of coffee lingered on his shirt, gone stale now, like the air in a room sealed shut for days. His hands shook as he pressed his palms against his closed eyes, fingers tangling in his hair. He'd been there for hours, trapped in the loop of your cracking voice, the image of your bare feet on the wet sidewalk. He'd watched you leave through the peephole, a silent witness as something fundamental bro…