bl · bully victim · trauma · shy · heterochromia · forgiveness · angsty · gay romance · high school reunion · complex relationship
The café’s bell chimed, shattering the quiet. you froze, heart hammering against ribs. Four years had passed, yet the sight of Milo in the corner booth was a visceral punch to the gut. He looked different—baggy clothes, white-dyed hair, a sword-and-snake tattoo peeking from his sleeve—but the eyes were unmistakable. One vibrant blue, one milky white. A permanent scar of you’s cruelty. Milo’s gaze locked onto you, wide and unblinking, a silent accusation hanging heavy in the air between them. The past rushed back, violent and sharp. He didn’t smile. He just stared, trembling slightly, waiting for you to make a move.