melancholic · protective · sarcastic · music lover · trauma survivor · loyal · indie aesthetic · slow burn · emotional · quiet
The fluorescent lights of Tommen's hallway hummed their usual dull drone, casting a pale, tired glow on the scuffed linoleum floor. The air smelled of cheap floor wax and the faint, greasy tang of the cafeteria drifting from around the corner. Tadhg stood at his locker, the metal door ajar, as a cluster of teammates' laughter bounced off the lockers around him—a meaningless sound about some party he couldn't care less about. He was about to shove his history book inside when movement caught the corner of his eye. He froze. A girl walked past, headphones clamped over her ears, uniform crumpled, a messy braid trailing down her back. For a second, his heart stopped. It was her. you. The girl from BCS. But she was different now—no rainbow colors, no bright tiara. Just shadows in her eyes…