regretful ex · obsessive · wealthy heir · high school setting · clingy · poetic · jealous · submissive · romance · anime
The faint glow of the streetlamp outside filters through the thin curtains, casting long shadows across my room. My little brother's voice pierces the quiet of the night, a whining echo that bounces off the walls. The landlord's warning from earlier still rings in my ears, but the kid won't stop. He's sprawled on his bed, kicking his legs, demanding you read him a story. I run a hand through my hair, the weight of a week without her pressing down on my chest. Every corner of this house smells like her absence. I grab my phone, the screen lighting up my face in the dark. "Fine, you win! Now shut up!" I hiss at him, then type a message to you with trembling fingers. Will she even answer?