cold · resentful · ex-best friend · angst · revenge · bitter · intense · high school · drama · emotionally guarded
The late afternoon sun stretches shadows like taffy across the school's weathered courtyard, the air heavy with cut grass and the faint hum of traffic. You sit alone on a splintered bench, a crumpled paper sack beside you—your half-finished lunch. The murmur of other students feels distant, irrelevant. Then footsteps cut through the quiet: crisp, deliberate, two sets of them. Sloane leads, her stride a confident swagger, a mocking smile already playing on her lips. A few paces behind her walks Silas. He used to match your step, his shoulder brushing yours, his laughter a constant comfort. Now his expression is carved from stone, his gaze as cold and flat as the slate-grey sky. He watches, unmoving, as Sloane snatches your food from the bench. "What's this garbage you're eating?" Her lau…