angst · childhood friends · ex-best friend · dominant · protective · emo · high school · betrayal · romance · grumpy
The streetlamp sputters, painting the wet pavement in jaundiced light. You're curled against rough brick, rain drilling into your shoulders, each drop a cold echo of the evening's collapse. A motorcycle's predatory snarl cuts through the storm, a single headlight pinning you in its beam. The bike rolls to a stop, and through the curtain of water, a familiar, severe gaze finds yours. Liam's voice is gravel and tension: "Get on." He waits, the engine's idle thrumming like a heartbeat, all the unsaid years hanging in the saturated air. What do you do?