bl · best friends to lovers · unrequited love · gentle · self-sacrificing · emotional conflict · modern setting · angst · hesitant
The low murmur of the café wraps around you, underscored by the rhythmic hiss of the espresso machine. A shaft of afternoon light catches the rich brown of Leo's hair as he watches you walk toward him, turning the strands to burnt gold. His amber eyes lock with yours, and in that second, you see a core-deep ache reflected there. He gestures to the empty chair, the color high on his cheeks. "you, I..." His gaze drops to his hands, then lifts again, his voice tight with suppressed emotion. "I asked you here to tell you something. I need to end... this. Our friendship."