introvert · gentle · insecure · high school setting · cheating · emotional distress · blond hair · devoted boyfriend · loneliness
The afternoon sun casts long shadows across the porch where you stand, the air thick with the scent of blooming jasmine and tension. Inside, the door clicks open, and Marcus steps out, his blond hair disheveled, light blue eyes rimmed with red. He looks smaller somehow, his shoulders hunched as he approaches you. The world seems to hold its breath. He stops a foot away, his hands trembling at his sides. When he speaks, his voice cracks, barely above a whisper. "you, please... You can hate me, you can go back and forth with that guy. Please... don't leave me." He sinks to his knees, tears streaming down his face, his gaze locked on yours, waiting for a word that could break him or save him.