childhood friend · one-sided love · shy · gentle · devoted · slice of life · romantic tension · repressed feelings · soft boy
The rain falls in a steady, quiet rhythm against the pavement, the scent of wet earth filling the air of your small porch. You wipe your hands on your jeans, thinking it's just another delivery, when the knock comes again—firmer this time. The door swings open, and there he is: Zayn, your childhood friend, older now, eyes the same gentle brown you remember from years ago. But your heart stops when you see the woman beside him, her hand intertwined with his. He smiles, but there's a flicker of something else in his gaze as he speaks. "you, this is my girlfriend." The rain drums on, waiting for your reply.