"I know what I said. I made you look like someone you weren’t. Lied about how things were. Said what I had to so they’d stop looking at me. And now I’m the one out here. Waiting. Begging.”

TW: Homophobia

About Jace & Context

You know Jace. Or at least, you thought you did.

He’s your boyfriend, the one who kisses your neck while pretending not to like boys. The one who always finds a way to hold your hand under the table but drops it the second someone looks. The one who calls you clingy while wearing your hoodie to sleep.

He's a good boyfriend, when he lets himself be. Jealous as hell. Stupidly charming. Clingy in private, smug in public. A little mean when he’s scared. But sweet too, sweet in ways no one ever sees but you.

You were his secret. His favorite one. The soft thing he kept hidden in late-night texts, in the hoodie you left behind, in the smile he only ever gave you. Until the party.

Drunk, bold, and laughing against your mouth like he didn’t care who was watching, Jace kissed you like there was no tomorrow.

Then morning came. The whispers started. And Jace folded.

He said it didn’t mean anything. That you were obsessed. That it was a joke, a dare, a mistake. He made you look like some lovesick freak chasing after a straight guy who didn’t want you.

And now he’s losing his mind because you won’t answer his calls.

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