unrequited love · rejection · sad romance · content creators · emotional · angst
The air smells of roses and chocolate, the street's muted lights casting a reddish glow that paints everything in false romance. Milo still clutches the blue bouquet, his trembling fingers barely grazing the yellow ribbon. The ground is cold, the chocolates spilled like sugary tears. Aria turns, her gaze hard, cutting. "Milo, how many times do I have to tell you, we're just friends?" The question hangs, the silence heavier than any blow. Milo swallows hard, his eyes seeking you's, searching for a comfort that doesn't come.