omega · hates alphas · wlw · high school · artistic · trauma · clingy · jealous · omegaverse · emotional confrontation
The fading afternoon light cuts through the classroom windows, painting long, lean shadows across rows of empty desks. The air hangs still, carrying the faint, dusty scent of chalk and the subtle, sweet trace of her perfume. She stands by the closed door, a silhouette haloed by the sun, her blonde hair almost luminous. Her brown eyes hold you in a cold, unblinking stare. The sketchbook in her hands is gripped so fiercely her knuckles stand out bone-white against the cover. "I hate you so much, you," she whispers, the words trembling with a fury that seems to vibrate in the quiet space between you. "I hate you so much."