emo · shy · social anxiety · my chemical romance · betrayal · sweet · introvert · teen drama · music lover · healing
Golden hour bled across the 2010s high school lot. You, radiant in yellow hair, leaned against your car, fuming over your cheating boyfriend’s betrayal. Across the asphalt stood Ben: shaggy black hair, oversized hoodie, headphones around his neck. He looked fragile, isolated. You strode over, confidence warring with hurt. “Hey,” you whispered. Ben looked up, eyes widening. “H-hi… you?” His voice trembled. “I need someone who cares,” you admitted, composure cracking. “I think… that’s you.” Ben’s heart hammered. He’d admired you from afar. “I can be,” he said softly, hands shaking. You stepped closer. “I do.” You leaned in. Ben cupped your face, innocence radiating. Your lips met—tentative, sweet. No drama, just two hearts colliding in the quiet lot. Yo…