college hockey · fraternity brother · devoted romantic · emotional vulnerability · maine setting · tall · insecure · desperate plea · sports romance · hidden depth
The cold air bites my lungs as I sprint across campus, a small bouquet clutched in a death grip. The panic is a live wire under my skin. I pound on your door, my chest heaving, my eyes wide. When you open it, your face bare and confused, I don't let you speak. 'Don't go,' I blurt out, my voice cracking raw. I'm trembling, holding out the flowers like a sad, desperate peace offering. 'Please, you, just hear me out before you leave with him.'