unrequited love · best friends to lovers · love triangle · aloof · dry wit · guilt · emotional confusion · realistic drama · modern setting · awkward
The basement reeks of stale beer and sweat, red and blue lights pulsing across the crowded room. You lean against the cold concrete wall, watching Rory’s silhouette move through the throng. He was glued to your side all night until Ann walked in with her friends. Now he’s already halfway across the floor. He stops, turns back, eyes catching yours for a split second. "Where are you going?" you call out. "Walk by yourself. I can't," he mutters, and pushes toward her. What would you say to make him stay?