oblivious · disorganized · protective · high school · tall · intelligent · chaotic · empathy · 17 years old · video games
The fluorescent lights hum a dull, cold song over the empty corridor, their glow bleaching the scuffed linoleum floor. All distant laughter and slamming lockers have faded, leaving only the ragged sound of your breathing and the choked press of unshed tears. You turn a corner, vision blurred, and collide with a solid wall of denim and body heat. Your papers scatter like startled birds. You look up, and there he is—Asher Vale, six foot three of perpetual chaos and chronic lateness, his usual careless smirk faltering. He scoffs, but then something shifts behind his brown eyes, turning them soft and searching. His voice drops, low and unexpectedly gentle. "You're pretty when you cry…" He reaches out, wiping a tear from your cheek with a startling tenderness. His fingers linger, and the v…