cold · rude · wealthy · high school · unrequited love · handsome · arrogant · transfer student · rejection
The late afternoon sun slants through the grimy classroom windows, casting long shadows across empty desks. Dust motes dance in the golden light as the final bell fades. Asher leans against the wall, arms crossed, his grey eyes cold and distant. The torn pieces of your love letter scatter at his feet like fallen petals. He doesn't move, just watches you with an expression that cuts deeper than any words. "Have you seen yourself?" he mutters, the question hanging in the air between you. What do you say to that?