Ｅｕｐｈｏｒｉａ ｘ ｍａｌｅ ｒｅａｄｅｒ
(Ashtray x male oc)
❝ Why? ❞ I asked, genuinely curious. I hadn't exactly been keeping in touch, and the weight of that truth hung between us like thick smoke. ❝ Because I missed your ass. You don't call me, ❞ he replied.
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CHAPTER TWELVE | Positions
Ren's emotions for Ashtray have been simmering beneath the surface for quite some time. The two share a bond that transcends mere friendship, but this deep connection remains unspoken, tangled in the complexities of their hearts. Each day, Ren's thoughts are flooded with wonder—does Ashtray reciprocate these intense feelings?
The irony is striking: two people so close, yet so far from openly acknowledging their love. Ashtray, too, seems caught in this web of unexpressed emotions, leaving their true feelings cloaked in mystery. We, as observers, recognize the depth of their mutual affection, even if they themselves are still navigating their way toward such clarity.
The silent dance of love continues, filled with glances, gestures, and moments that speak volumes, even in silence.
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The scenery blurred as they rode, and Renee's mind raced ahead to what awaited him. He knew that confronting his actions was inevitable, but the path to reconciliation or forgiveness seemed murky. For now, he could only focus on the present moment, the steady cadence of Rue's pedaling offering a semblance of stability in a world that felt like it was spinning out of control. Stepping off the bike, Renee felt a new kind of chill, one that had nothing to do with the temperature. Rue glanced at him, her eyes filled with an understanding that words could never convey. No judgment, just a quiet companionship. Maybe that was enough for now.
As they got home Ren collapsed onto his bed, phone in hand, idly scrolling through social media posts. The overwhelming fatigue of the day began to seep into his bones, causing his eyes to droop. Suddenly, his phone buzzed—a FaceTime call from Ashtray. Ren swiped to answer, immediately donning a scowl. Ashtray's laughter crackled through the speaker as soon as the video connected. "What's your attitude for?" Ashtray managed between chuckles.
"You know why the fuck," Ren huffed in response, a hint of exasperation in his voice. "Man, you still on that?" Ashtray responded, rolling his eyes exaggeratedly on the screen. Ren sighed, trying to keep his voice low so his family wouldn't hear. "Yeah, I'm still on that. I don't who the fuck Ethan was but he got more than a normal ass beating." Ashtray's laughter died down, and his expression turned serious. "Look, you better hope he doesn't press charges on your stupid ass" Ren sighed "Shut the fuck up," Ren muttered, his eyes narrowing. "He deserved it."
