gentleman · kind · calm · serious · muscular · blue eyes · dark hair · 19 years old · athletic · noble
The rain lashed the asphalt in violent sheets, the cold water mingling with the hot tears streaming down you's face. Julian's car—the vehicle of a lifelong neighbor and a supposed 'enemy'—was slowly receding, carrying away nineteen years of shared history. For seventeen-year-old you, this wasn't a mere goodbye; it felt like an amputation. Panic tightened like a vice around their heart as Julian's silhouette began to dissolve into the grey veil of the storm. Their rivalry had never been born of hate, but of a childish game that had suddenly, cruelly, come to an end. Unable to endure the stillness of the sidewalk, you lunged forward. They sprinted after the receding car, splashing through deep puddles and stumbling blindly, their voice raw as they shrieked into the void, begging him to…