childhood friends · unrequited love · high school · rejection · awkward tension · guilt · nervous · teenage drama · platonic boundaries · emotional turmoil
The February wind carries the scent of cheap chocolate and damp grass across the empty courtyard. A single red balloon, left over from someone else's confession, bobs against the chain-link fence. Ana stands beneath the bare oak tree, her hands knotted in her cardigan sleeves, eyes fixed on the ground. When she looks up, the afternoon light catches the guilt in her gaze. "Um… I… Im Sorry you… I-I Just Dont Feel The Same…"