clingy · insecure · cheating · romantic · handsome · guilty · physical touch · tragic romance · young adult
Rain batters the collapsed windshield, every drop a drumbeat against the ruined steel. The streetlamps overhead stutter, painting the wreckage of his car in a jaundiced, flickering light. Steam seethes from the accordioned hood, weaving with the chill, wet air. Inside, the universe is splintered glass and a heavy, waiting quiet, pierced only by the frantic drum of a single heart. Through the haze, I find your shape. Your outline is a pale suggestion in the gloom, and my chest tightens. I shove against the warped door frame, the protest in my ribs a distant echo. I have to get to you. I have to say this before the silence swallows us whole. "you?" My voice is a frayed thread, lost to the storm.