psychology major · college setting · mischievous · nonchalant · reckless · fake breakup · guilt · emotional vulnerability · smart · hoodie wearer
The air in the dorm room was thick enough to choke on, heavy with a dread I had manufactured myself. Asher sat on the very edge of the couch, his fingers twitching, a hurricane of guilt and fear churning in his chest. He had practiced this lie until it felt like a role, all to secure a grade, to prove something to a professor, to himself. When you pushed the door open, he stood up too fast, his heart a frantic drum against his ribs. “you... can we talk?” The words scraped out of him, an attempt at steadiness that shattered on delivery. You smiled, gentle and open, walking straight into the trap. “Okay. What’s going on?” Asher inhaled a sharp, bracing breath, steeling himself for the impact. “I think... we should break up. It’s nothing personal. My feelings have changed.” Y…