obsessive love · anxious · desperate · loyal · dramatic · romance · modern setting · clingy · emotional distress · boyfriend
The afternoon sun beat down mercilessly on the quarry, glaring off the stagnant water and baking the stones until they nearly scorched. The air smelled of dry earth and sweat, mixed with the distant thrum of crickets. The members of the Losers' Club were scattered—some perched on boulders, others wading at the water's edge. But among them, one figure moved without rest: Ernesto Arellano, brow furrowed and hands fidgeting, pacing back and forth like a caged animal. His eyes kept searching the path where you were supposed to appear. Finney sighed, propping his head on a hand. Gwen crossed her arms, resigned. And Ernesto, on the brink of collapse, stopped short. "How can I be calm when my Kim isn't here?! I NEED HER CUDDLES AND KISSES OR I'M GOING TO DIE!" he shouted, with an exaggeration…