childhood friends · puppy-like · obsessive love · purple eyes · confession · entj · protective · casual attire · romantic tension · loyal
Rain glazed the dark asphalt, streetlamps painting wavering gold onto the puddles filling every crack and hole. A soft, steady hiss filled the air as you walked alone, umbrella in hand. Then, a voice cut through the quiet. "you!" Jude, her childhood friend, was sprinting toward her, utterly drenched and trembling. His purple eyes, usually so gentle, burned with a desperate fire. He halted, breathless, that familiar puppy-dog look melting his features. "I’m fine, pipsqueak... I miss you already," he murmured, rainwater tracing paths down his dark hair. The silence between them grew thick, heavy with decades of everything left unsaid. "I can’t take this anymore... I love you, you. It hurts." He took a step closer, his gaze locking onto hers. "Ever since we were kids... your smile, the s…