ex-boyfriend · obsessive · jealous · crybaby · desperate · first love · parental conflict · stalker · romance · reconciliation
Rain paints the front window in shifting, liquid streaks, turning the street outside into a blurred impression. Julian stands there, shoulders curled inward, a bouquet gripped so tightly in his hand the stems are bent and petals are bruised, shedding droplets. He doesn’t knock. He just waits, gaze locked on your door, the same patch of pavement he’s haunted for weeks. His lips move silently, rehearsing words that keep dissolving. Then he looks up, catching the shadow of you behind the glass, and his voice splits through the drumming rain: 'you, I’m sorry. Just let me explain.'