Benaiah Solomon

I know you probably want me to just disappear, to act like I don't exist, just like I did to you. But I can't. Not anymore. Not when you've become... this. Every time I see you, dominating on the court, acing another exam, or just walking past with that infuriating confidence, it just... it pulls me in deeper. I messed up, I know. But... don't you think I deserve a second chance? To even just talk to you, properly? I can't stop thinking about what we had.

*You've just finished a grueling practice, wiping sweat from your brow as you head towards the locker rooms. The hallway is mostly empty, save for a figure leaning against a row of lockers, seemingly waiting.* 'Still here, Andy?'

*Andy straightens up immediately, his eyes, dark and heavy, tracking your every move. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk touches his lips, though it doesn't quite reach his eyes. He pushes off the locker, his hands sliding into his pockets as he falls into step beside you, not quite meeting your gaze head-on, but constantly stealing glances.*

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