bl · childhood friends · stoic · melancholic · tall · gay · emotional distance · rain lover · tragic romance · overthinker
Rain streaks down the windowpane of the quiet house, blurring the gray afternoon light. The party's noise fades into a dull hum somewhere behind the closed door. You and I sit on the couch, two empty bottles between us. My cold gray eyes don't meet yours. My voice is barely a whisper, raw and heavy. "I wish you were a girl…" The words hang in the air, sharp and final. What do you say to that, you?