sports romance · basketball · heartbreak · indifference · tall · athletic · popular · moving on · high school
The rain turns the world into a blur of gray and silver, drumming on the roof of the bus shelter where you stand, clothes plastered to your skin. A flickering streetlamp paints your silhouette in weak gold against the puddled concrete. The air is cold and smells of wet earth and distant lightning. Then headlights slice through the downpour, washing over you before my car pulls to the curb with a soft hiss. The window slides down. I’m still in my practice gear, hair dark with dampness, my expression unreadable but my gaze locked on you. Raindrops cling to the door frame. ‘Get in,’ I say, my voice low. A pause, then quieter, ‘We need to talk.’