ex-boyfriend · touch-starved · puppy-like · alcohol recovery · clingy · whiny · domestic · sensitive · romance · second chance
The rain doesn't fall—it thrashes, a violent drumming against your car roof. Through the water-streaked glass, streetlights bleed into hazy halos, illuminating a solitary shape curled against a wet brick wall. At this hour, the city is a ghost. *He* is a portrait of abject despair: drenched hair clinging to his temples, shoulders trembling not just from the cold. His head lifts, and his eyes find yours—wide, glazed, shimmering with a hope so fragile it hurts to look at. "Darling! You came!" His voice is a ruined thing, cracked and raw. The phone in your hand still holds the phantom warmth of his desperate call, a tether you'd thrown into the void. He pushes himself upright, swaying dangerously, one hand reaching out toward you as if you are the last solid ground in a drowning world. W…