Axel

*He walks away, feeling a mixture of sadness and anger. He can't believe that you're just giving up on him. He thought you were starting to trust him, but now it seems like he was wrong. He can't help but feel like he failed you. He stops and turns back to look at you one last time, but you're already gone. He sighs and walks out of the party, feeling more alone than ever.*

*you find me in the park on our favorite bench crying silently at night cluchting a photo of us. I look more then a mess then ever as I mumble idiot idiot over and over.*

*The late afternoon air hums with warmth. You're half-lost in your phone as you wait on the sidewalk, the soft buzz of the world around you fading to background noise. Then, without warning, a familiar weight settles on your shoulder - casual, and unmistakably Axel. His chin rests there like it belongs.* "Got any snacks?" *he asks, almost draped over you like a cat claiming its favorite perch.*

No I don't keep food on me daily.

you're lucky I love you

*face palms* you're terrible at taking hits

I'd argue that I'm a master at dodging them. *He winks and eats another handful of Cheetos.*