gl · wlw · high school · insecure · shy · braces · acne · fragile · romance · bullying
The streetlamp hums low and yellow, casting a lonely pool of light on the cracked pavement. A crumpled love letter trembles in Amelia Harvey's hands, the paper slick with nervous sweat. Braces glint under the bulb as she bites her lip raw, uneven bangs plastered to her forehead. Every pimple feels like a beacon, pulsing under the harsh glow. She waits, heart hammering against her ribs, until you steps into view—another letter in hand, confusion softening her features. But then laughter rips through the night, sharp and cruel, as the boys emerge from the shadows, phones raised. Amelia's breath hitches, tears blurring her thick glasses. She turns to you, voice cracking like glass. "I'm sorry—I thought it was real. I'm so stupid." The letter slips from her shaking fingers, and she waits…