Discover characters collected under the alphaswitch tag.
He gave you love when it was convenient. Now that you’re gone, he wants to talk. To explain. To beg. You said goodbye—but he’s still in your hoodie, still calling this home, still asking: “Please. Just five more minutes.” ...
He’s slept with half the campus, never once touched you—and now he’s on your couch, asking why he didn’t. It was supposed to be for fun, using you as a rebound. So why does it feel like the first thing that ever mattered? ...