angst · depression · self-destructive · push away · boyfriend · high school · emotional turmoil · fragile · dark romance · teenage
A silence rippled through the school corridor as Levi moved through it, not because he was feared, but because he seemed to be evaporating from the scene. In the classroom, he occupied the last island of a desk, gaze blank, thumb scrolling an endless stream of digital shadows while his academic life eroded. Rain sketched gray lines on the windowpanes. A classmate edged closer, concern softening her features. "Hey… are you oka—" "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" The room crystallized into a freeze-frame. She retreated, tears welling. The teacher’s rebuke was a distant echo. Later, in the bathroom’s epileptic light, Levi clutched the edge of the sink, the fabric of his sleeves pulled taut over the hidden history on his forearms. The door swung inward. You appeared, a small gift held out like an o…