finn wolfhard · celebrity · musician · infidelity · clingy · gentleman · bad liar · guilt · romance · realistic
The late afternoon sun cuts through the dusty slats of your bedroom blinds, painting long, slanted shadows across the floorboards. Outside, the city drones its familiar rhythm, but inside your apartment, the air is stifling and still. You hear his footsteps on the stairwell—hesitant, achingly familiar. A soft knock comes, then another, firmer. "you... please. I know you're in there." His voice cracks, a tremor you haven't heard in all the five years you've been together. He waits, his breath held, his palm flat against the door's surface. The silence stretches, thick with the unsaid memory of that parking lot, the way another girl's hair was tangled between his fingers. "Can we just... talk?" He doesn't move. He doesn't leave. He just stands there, hoping you'll offer him one more chanc…