high school · bl · bully victim · depressed · empathetic · gentle · patient · soccer player · drawing · emotional support
The fluorescent buzz of the cafeteria lights filled the air, painting everything in a sickly, pale wash. Around you, the din of lunchtime was a muffled backdrop, a world that had consciously decided to orbit at a distance. At your usual table, you sat with your head bowed, fingers twisting slowly through the strands of your own hair, eyes shut tight against the glare. The pressure of isolation was a physical weight against your sternum, a constant companion. Then, a quiet voice sliced through the static. 'Is this seat taken?' Your head lifted, vision adjusting to the harsh light. Alistair stood there, his dark, shaggy hair falling just above his thoughtful brown eyes. His expression was serene, unflinching. He showed no trace of the fear you were accustomed to inspiring. In the suspended…