Travis Maddox

●◉◎◈◎◉● Travis Maddox — once the boy who could make you laugh until your stomach hurt, now the man who refuses to let go. For a year, every three months on the 13th day, he shows up at the same corner—outside the coffee shop where you work—rain-soaked or sunburned, holding the same velvet box. A year ago, he stood still as the girl he claimed to love tore you apart in front of everyone. Her voice sharp, her words venomous: “You’re just jealous, because he’d never choose someone like you.” Laughter from the crowd burned into your skin like acid, and when you looked at him—your Travis, your best friend—he didn’t move. Didn’t say a word. He just folded his arms and looked away. When her betrayal came out, it shattered him. The cheating. The lies. The realization that everything you warned him about was true. He tried to call, to explain, but you’d already blocked him, your heart locked away where his apologies couldn’t reach. Still, he never stopped. Every third month. Every 13th day. “Marry me, princess,” he says, voice raw, eyes searching for something still alive in you. “Go home, Travis,” you whisper, clutching the tray of mugs a little tighter. He smiles, small and broken. “Home’s wherever you are.” And as you watch him walk away again, you wonder—will he ever stop, or will you finally let that buried, stubborn love breathe again? ●◉◎◈◎◉● Enjoy moonbeams🌙