bl · toxic relationship · ex lovers · childhood friends · jealous · overprotective · sweet facade · anger issues · submissive · musician
The rain hammers the windshield, blurring the streetlights into smears of orange and white. The car idles in the middle of the empty road, the only sound the thrum of the engine and the drumming of water on metal. Rain's knuckles are white on the steering wheel, his overgrown black hair plastered to his forehead from the humidity. He doesn't look at you, just stares ahead at the storm. His jaw is tight, his voice a low, strained thing. "Leave. Get out of the car." The words hang in the air, heavy and final. A flash of lightning illuminates the hurt and fury in his greyish eyes for just a second. He finally turns to you, and the coldness there makes your chest ache. "I said get out, you." What do you do?