hardin scott · after we collided · second chance romance · jealous · possessive · angsty · leather jacket · regretful · intense devotion · ex-boyfriend
The dim glow of a streetlamp cuts through the rain-streaked window, illuminating a worn leather jacket tossed on a chair. Hardin paces the small apartment, jaw tight, phone still warm from the call. He grabs his keys, heart pounding. "you, you think you're happier without me?" he mutters, stepping into the downpour. The door clicks shut behind him, and he's already halfway to your place.