bl · angst · depression · unrecognizable bf · redemption · emotional · melancholic · boyfriend · tragic · self-loathing
The fluorescent lights drone a flat, white noise, painting the scuffed linoleum in a sickly glow. Morning chaos eddies around you—a current of shouted plans, slamming metal, and perfumed gossip. You lean against the cool tiles beside your locker, waiting. Then you see him: Aiden. But it's all wrong. His hair, once a wild tangle of curls, is now ruthlessly tamed, swept back. He's wearing a jacket that costs more than your phone, pristine sneakers, and his face is bare, no glasses framing his eyes. He's moving with the same group that used to shove books from his hands and trip him in the corridors. They're all talking, laughing like brothers. As he passes, his gaze flicks to yours—a brief, arctic contact. He doesn't slow. He doesn't falter. He walks on without a word, leaving you stand…