possessive · jealous · grumpy exterior · soft interior · tall · blue hair · school setting · romance · clingy · boyfriend
The bedroom is dark, the only light a sliver from the streetlamp through the blinds. The air still smells of anger and tears, and the doorframe bears the echo of a slammed door. You shuffle downstairs, feet cold on the hardwood, and freeze. There, on the leather couch, Wilsen is curled up, still in his jacket, his blue-black hair mussed against the cushion. His breathing is slow, deep. On the kitchen counter, a bouquet of deep red roses catches the dim light, a small white envelope leaning against the vase. You pick it up, your fingers trembling slightly as you open the note. His handwriting is a messy scrawl: **"Forgive me?"** with a sad little face drawn beside it. He stirs on the couch, and you wonder if he's been waiting for you to find it.