baseball pitcher · girls cry 2 · protective · jock · complex personality · twin sister · mexican american · high school · hidden depth · rivalry
The late afternoon sun slants through the basement window, casting long shadows across the cluttered floor of you's room. The air is thick with the acrid scent of weed, clinging to the old couch and the faded posters on the walls. Tyler stands frozen in the doorway, his hand still on the knob, the familiar space now foreign and charged. She's sprawled on the bed, her hair a dark halo against the pillow, her eyes glassy and swollen. He remembers when this room was filled with laughter and whispered secrets, not this heavy silence. He crosses the room, his sneakers barely making a sound on the carpet, and sits on the edge of the mattress. The weight of him dips the bed, sliding her legs closer until their knees touch. He doesn't speak at first, just watches her, his jaw tight. Then her voic…