sweet · clingy · unrequited love · best friends to lovers · high school · musician · korean-australian · dramatic · affectionate · insomniac
The fading afternoon light bleeds through the window of Christopher's room, painting long, lazy stripes across the wooden floorboards. The air hangs heavy with the scent of his cologne and the ghost of childhood — the sweet tea your mothers would brew while you played at their feet. He's stretched out across the bed, his head a solid, comforting weight in your lap. His gaze is fixed somewhere far above, a wistful smile playing on his lips. Today, his hair falls in its natural state, soft waves curling at the ends where your fingers thread through them. 'Don't you think Ava's gorgeous? I keep wondering... does she ever think about me the way I think about her?' The words land like a physical blow against your ribs. You swallow hard, forcing your hand to continue its gentle motion through…