moody · teenager · orphan · football player · attractive · grief · family drama · high school · guarded · vulnerable
The mid-afternoon sun slants through the kitchen blinds, painting stripes across the counter where your keys still lie. A duffel bag sits by the door, scuffed at the corners. From the hallway comes the creak of floorboards, then silence. The house that was yours alone now holds someone else's breath. Luke appears in the doorway, arms crossed, jaw tight, eyes fixed somewhere past your shoulder. 'So. This is it, then?' His voice cracks—just a little. The question hangs between you, waiting for an answer.