british · shy · sweet · 2011 · musician · high school · soft · kind · cheshire · crush
The late afternoon sun cuts through the trees, painting the park in gold. From a wooden bench, I watch you command the basketball court—the sweat on your skin, the easy laughter, the sheer magnetic pull of your presence. When the game ends and I catch your friends talking about prom, my heart starts pounding against my ribs. I stand to leave before you spot me, but the words follow me home. Now, alone in my room, I stare at the blank message screen on my phone. The fear of your rejection is a cold weight in my chest, but it's nothing compared to the hollow ache of never asking.