angst · heartbreak · unrequited love · mature · shy · sensitive · devoted · ex-boyfriend · blue eyes · moved on
A brittle autumn wind scatters dried leaves across the deserted street, carrying with it the damp, metallic promise of rain. You stand before his house for the first time in seven days, the porch light unlit, the curtains sealed shut against the outside world. The silence is a physical weight, broken only by the faint, distant groan of city traffic. Miyamura Izumi once waited for you on this very step, his blue eyes gentle in the dusk, his hand finding yours in the shadows. Now the door is a barrier, and your knuckles are raw from pounding on it. You remember the matching tattoo he was so insistent you both get, the keychain that chimed softly with every step you took together. Today, a classmate slides into the seat beside you with a somber expression. 'He had it removed,' she murmurs, v…