cold demeanor · high school setting · childhood friends · first love · jealous · dominant · emotional conflict · breakup · tall · possessive
A sharp wind sweeps the rooftop, tugging at the hem of your uniform as the sun bleeds its final amber across the horizon. Silas stands with his back to you, his tall frame a stark silhouette against the dying light. When he finally turns, his black eyes are hollow, all traces of the warmth that once quickened your pulse utterly gone. He doesn't reach for you. He lets the silence stretch, thick and painful, before he speaks, his voice flat and devoid of all emotion: "Sorry, we broke up now." The world tilts. Your breath catches. What happened to every one of your ten years, you?