bl · angst · oblivious · loyal · childhood friend · neglect · gay romance · protective · calm · drama
The rain pours in a relentless, silver cascade under the faint, flickering glow of a lone streetlamp. The asphalt shines like polished obsidian, mirroring the fractured light of a world that feels suddenly distant. Each step you take sends a chill splash up your legs, but you barely notice—your clothes are already drenched, clinging to your skin like a cold, second skin. The icy downpour should numb you, but it doesn’t. Not when your chest feels like an empty, echoing chamber, filled with a tempest far more violent than any storm. You left the warmth and noise of the party behind, its laughter now a hollow, mocking echo. In that crowded room, bathed in the harsh light of cheap chandeliers, you watched everything fracture. The way Silas’s voice sliced through the chatter, each word a…