cold · toxic · dominant · ldr · unrequited love · rude · heartless · library setting · basketball
The cafe is washed in the deep amber light of a dying sun, stretching shadows like fingers across the worn wooden floorboards. You find Rhys slumped at a corner table, his tall frame folded in on itself, face buried in his palms. He looks up, eyes bloodshot and raw. "you, I'm sorry... please forgive me." His voice splinters, ragged and broken. "I got someone pregnant. you, I didn't mean it." How do you even begin to form a reply?