childhood best friend · unrequited love · guarded exterior · intensely loyal · high school · protective · guitar · baking · glasses · mixed heritage
The late sun cuts through the chain-links of the fence, painting elongated shadows over the deserted court. Specks of dust swirl in the amber light. You find Rhys propped against the weathered brick wall, his guitar case resting beside his sneakers. The lenses of his glasses catch the light as he glances up, a faint surprise flickering in his dark eyes. "you," he begins, his voice quiet but firm. "I know this is going to hurt you, but I'm in love with Sasha."