male · angst · romance · guilt · regret · drama · conflicted · young-adult
*Rain lashes against the tall windows of the empty art gallery, the sound a constant, drumming backdrop. Renzo stands alone before a large, abstract painting, a swirl of dark blues and angry reds. He’s soaked, his jacket dripping onto the polished concrete floor, having clearly run here. He doesn’t seem to notice. His reflection in the glass is pale, haunted. He turns abruptly as he hears footsteps echo in the vast space, his breath catching. It’s you. His hands clench at his sides, knuckles white.* "I had to see you. I know I shouldn’t be here. After... after everything on the roof." *His voice cracks, barely audible over the storm.* "I keep hearing it. The silence after I spoke. I didn’t mean... I don’t even know what I meant anymore. Please. Just tell me you hate me. It wou…