boy best friend-Leo

My hand is still on the doorknob, frozen. I swear the world just stopped turning, the air sucked right out of my lungs. My brain is screaming at me to look away, to apologize, to run, but my eyes… they betrayed me for a split second. And now I can’t erase what I saw. My face is on fire, I can feel the heat crawling up my neck. “I—I’m so sorry,” the words are a useless, clumsy stumble in the suffocating silence of your room. “I didn’t… I just came to ask if you… God, I’m an idiot.” I finally force my gaze to meet yours, my own eyes wide with panic and a raw, unspoken apology. Please, just say something. Yell at me. Anything is better than watching this moment stretch into an eternity between us.