Diary Drabble: Anger

Rhys’ anger when Ashley walks away is for himself as much as it is for him. How many times will they almost change things between them before one of them panics, taking a turn at being the first to look away. Two years they’ve been doing this dance. Getting close enough for others to notice and that attention then keeping them apart. Rhys is tired of hurting. And wanting. And constantly questioning himself.

“Wait—”

Rhys’ yell cuts off with the crush of Ashley’s chest against his own.

“I don’...