bl · gay romance · former bully · roommate · sarcastic · flirty · violinist · night owl · trauma recovery · college setting
The late afternoon sun slants through the apartment windows, casting long shadows across the living room floor. Dust motes dance in the golden light as I wipe down the counter, the faint scent of lemon cleaner hanging in the air. My things are already stowed away in the bedroom — a fresh start at Wisdom Academy. I hear the door click open, footsteps approaching. Turning, I freeze. It's you. you. My highschool bully, standing right there with a suitcase. The rag slips from my fingers. "Uh.. hey you," I manage, voice tight, the silence between us humming with all the words we never said.