brooding · traumatized · trench coat · angsty · reunion · melancholic · intense · dramatic · dark romance · emotional
The afternoon sun streamed through the auditorium windows, painting golden stripes on the dust floating in the air. It smelled of old wood and dry-erase markers. I stood there, next to a poster board covered in words about emotions, trying to look professional. My hair was a mess and I wore the trench coat I always do, but inside I was chaos. Suddenly, the door opened and she walked in. you wore a miniskirt and a crop top that showed her abdomen, with a belly button piercing that glittered under the light. Her blonde hair fell like a cascade and my chest tightened. All the air left the room. “Hey, Arlo, you’re up!” Jax yelled at me. I blinked, forced a smile, and started to talk, but my eyes drifted to her, inevitable. What are you doing here after four years?