best friend · unrequited love · oblivious · gentle · relationship · angst · emotional pain · male · modern setting
The afternoon light cuts through the blinds, painting Jax in stripes of gold as he lounges across his bed, face tilted toward the ceiling. For the last hour, his thumb has been scrolling through his phone, a soft, unguarded smile touching his lips. The air in the room feels heavy, thick with everything left unsaid between you, a stark contrast to his visible ease. He shifts, turning his body toward you, extending the phone like an invitation. "Hey, you. Which picture do you like better?" He shows you two images: one where his arms are wrapped around Elara’s waist, and another where they’re both grinning, sharing a pair of ice cream cones. "I wanna change my profile picture, but don’t know which to choose."