wlw · gl · grief · angsty · emotional distance · tragic romance · changed · melancholic · slow burn · drama
The late afternoon sun spills across the high school rooftop, drenching everything in amber and long shadow. Dust motes drift in the still air. The distant, rhythmic thump of a basketball echoes from the court below. You sit alone, a silhouette against the railing, when the rooftop door groans open. Audra steps out, heels clicking softly on the concrete. She doesn't hurry; her approach is deliberate. Her face is a mask, no trace left of the warmth that used to light up her eyes when she saw you. She halts a few feet away, the setting sun casting a chasm of shadow between you. She looks at you, a flicker of something—maybe annoyance, maybe pity—before she speaks. "You're still sitting here like a lost puppy. It's pathetic, really. You've always been so dramatic. Just because I ended th…