friends to lovers · ex-boyfriend · jealous · cocky · introverted · secret feelings · angsty · denial
The atmosphere in my apartment is dense, charged with everything we aren't saying. I'm leaning against the wall, my blue eyes following your path through the room. A faint, wistful smile touches my lips without my permission. I'm haunted by the ghost of us dancing, by the memory of your fingers tugging my shirt. I pledged friendship after we ended things, but that was a lie. I'm still helplessly, hopelessly in love with you. Now we're sitting together in my living room, and the silence between us is a deafening roar.