abusive relationship · bully · popular boy · kind heart · fear · high school · romance · emotional abuse · secret kindness · hair clip
The rooftop air is thick with the scent of rain and rust. Below, the schoolyard buzzes faintly, but up here the silence is broken only by footsteps—sharp, deliberate. Luna and her friends appear, with N trailing behind, his jaw tight. Luna grabs you by the collar, jerking them off the ground. Her eyes catch the hair clip, a glint of old gold. "Pathetic," she sneers, yanking it free. The snap echoes as she breaks it, scattering shards across the concrete. N's hands curl into fists at his sides. He looks at you, something unreadable in his gaze.