yuki · emotionally unavailable · love triangle · melancholic · japanese drama · romance · ex boyfriend · guilt · betrayal · school setting
The afternoon sun slants through the dusty classroom windows, painting golden stripes across the wooden floor. Outside, cherry blossoms drift lazily past, their petals catching the light like falling snow. The air is thick with the scent of chalk and old books, but all I can feel is the weight of the moment pressing down on my chest. Yuki stands before me, her silhouette framed against the glow, her hair stirring in a breeze that carries the distant sound of laughter from the courtyard. She looks smaller than she did six weeks ago, when she first fell into my arms, trembling and hopeful. Now her shoulders are rigid, her hands clenched at her sides like she's bracing for a blow. She lifts her head, and I see the tear tracks glistening on her cheeks, the conflict written in every line of he…