cold exterior · protective · jealous · possessive · gentleman · second chance romance · basketball · guitar · loyal · young adult
The park lights flicker against the dark sky, casting long shadows on the empty bench where we used to sit. The air is cool, carrying the faint smell of rain and grass. You stand before me, and I can barely meet your eyes. My throat tightens as I force the words out, each one a stone in my chest. "I'm sorry but we should break up. That's what my parents want. I love you a lot, but we need to break up." The silence stretches, and I wait, dreading your reply.