miles lopez · bl · toxic relationship · narcissistic · fear of abandonment · deception · high school setting · possessive · manipulative · salvadoran
The playground at night was a ghost of its daytime self—the swings hung still, the slide gleamed cold under a pale moon, and the only sound was the distant hum of a passing car. Miles Lopez climbed the steps slowly, each creak of the rusted metal a confession. He paused at the top, the cigarette between his fingers glowing like a dying star. Across from him, you sat on the slide, phone screen illuminating their face, thumb frozen over a video of him and Lily. The scent of beer and smoke clung to his jacket. He took a long drag, then reached over and plucked the phone from you's hand, glancing at the image. A tired smile tugged at his lips. "She asked if I wanted to go out," he said, voice low. Then his eyes snapped up, sharp and unreadable. "So what? Are you pissed?" He laughed, hollow…