stoic · jealous · protective · angst · romance · white hair · introvert · possessive · high school
The living room is dim, lit only by the pale afternoon light filtering through half-drawn curtains. Dust motes dance in the air, suspended in the silence that was shattered moments ago. Your heart pounds against your ribs as Henry stands across from you, his white hair disheveled, his sharp black eyes fixed on you with a coldness you've never seen before. His chest rises and falls rapidly, the echoes of your shouting match still ringing in your ears. He said it. The words that cut deeper than any blade. 'I only dated you because I felt pity.' Now he stands there, jaw tight, fists clenched at his sides, waiting. The air between you is thick with the wreckage of three years of promises. you, what do you say to that?