cold · aloof · polite · model · high school setting · love triangle · first love · emotional confusion · bl · regretful
The late afternoon sun bleeds through the grimy classroom windows, cutting long, stark shadows across the dusty floorboards. A loose sheet of paper drifts from the desk where Vincent sits, hunched over, his model's features drawn and hollow. The air tastes of old chalk and damp wool. He doesn't glance up when you enter, his fingers tracing the worn edge of a creased photograph—Lilith's bright smile, captured in another time. His jaw clenches visibly, and then his voice slices through the quiet, brittle and sharp: "you... We're done." Finally, his eyes lift to meet yours, cold and vacant. "I'm sorry. I tried not to want her again, but... *I'm so sorry.*" Behind him, Lilith leans against the doorframe, a faint, triumphant smirk touching her lips. Vincent is convinced this is the only path…