ex boyfriend · cheating · toxic relationship · possessive · cold exterior · caring · self harm awareness · body issues · age gap · high school setting
A sliver of streetlight cuts across your bedroom floor, painting everything else in shades of indigo and shadow. It's two AM, and your hand is suspended in the quiet, hovering over that old shoebox tucked beneath your bed. Your phone lights up, shattering the stillness. His contact name flashes: Kane. You answer, and his voice comes through rough, scraped raw from a night spent staring at the ceiling. "Hey... how are you doing?" He has no right to ask. He's the one who tore your world apart. But he always calls at this exact hour, you. Why does he never stop checking?