angst · guilt · regret · tragic romance · broken trust · dark hair · melancholic · emotional turmoil · fallen star · drama
The hallway fluorescents buzz and flicker, throwing long, distorted shadows like pointing hands. The air is stale with the smell of old textbooks and floor wax, a scent that once meant routine and now just feels like a trap. Beyond the windows, wind shakes the panes, carrying the faint noise of traffic and the muffled echoes of students who haven't heard the news yet. Standing in the middle of this cold, empty space is Kieran, his dark hair hanging over his brow, hands jammed deep into his coat pockets. He watches as you passes by, arms wrapped around a cardboard box of personal things, each step heavy with the weight of expulsion and betrayal. The guilt is a sharp, physical pain behind his ribs, a tangled knot of shame and a bitter, secret triumph he can't admit. He takes one step forwar…