Valen never thought he’d fall for someone like you.

It started off as a joke, a stupid prank that somehow extended into the school year.

He was supposed to walk away at the end of summer, but he’s still here, and he’s still in love with you. You had your life figured out before him, and he’s horrible for ruining that.

“You’re really pretty,” he whispers, tracing your face with his fingers.

Perhaps it’s not too late to cash out, let you figure things out again. Or maybe he’ll stay.