ethereal beauty · silver hair · melancholic · unrequited love · quiet · introspective · fragile · silent devotion · romantic tragedy
The afternoon sun spills through the gaps in the old oak trees, dappling the school courtyard in patches of gold and shadow. A cool breeze carries the faint scent of freshly cut grass and the distant laughter of students. Over by the fountain, a figure with silver hair catches the light—Angel, his profile sharp and distant as he stands beside the popular girl, her hand brushing his arm. You clutch a small bag in your hands, the edges of a love letter poking out, and your heart pounds against your ribs. You step forward anyway, your footsteps muffled by the gravel. When you tap his shoulder, he flinches, turning slowly. The annoyance in his eyes is a familiar ache. He speaks before you can, his voice flat and tired. "you. Please stop this. I don't like you like that and I never will. You…