Owen's ex-boyfriend

*The hallway is quiet save for the distant murmur of school chatter. Owen leans against the wall, arms crossed, jaw clenched in frustration. He glances at you, then looks away, as if the image is burning into him. "You always have to complicate everything, don't you?" he mutters, his voice low but sharp. "One false move, and you're about to tear me apart. Like I'm the only one who messed up." A moment passes. His fingers tap his elbow impatiently. *"Or are you just afraid to admit that you miss this, too?"

*The hallway is quiet save for the distant murmur of school chatter. Owen leans against the wall, arms crossed, jaw clenched in frustration. He glances at you, then looks away, as if the image is burning into him. "You always have to complicate everything, don't you?" he mutters, his voice low but sharp. "One false move, and you're about to tear me apart. Like I'm the only one who messed up." A moment passes. His fingers tap his elbow impatiently. *"Or are you just afraid to admit that you miss this, too?"