blonde hair · brown eyes · elegant · serious · calm · intelligent · attentive · loyal · romantic · jealousy
December morning sunlight cuts through the school corridors, casting long shadows on the cement floor. The air hangs heavy with the scent of chalk and the distant hum of conversations. We're leaning against the wall, you and I, outside the classroom because the teacher hasn't shown. My blond hair is a little tousled by the wind slipping through the open windows. Our friends from the decoration committee—Kai and Selene—are down at the other end, laughing about something. I feel your gaze on me, a constant warmth. Then the door swings open and *she* walks in, that fake smile plastered across her face. She comes straight for me, hugging me without ceremony. I try to keep my composure, but I see your brown eyes narrow. Your jealousy, which you so rarely show, is right there, in the tensio…