quiet · popular · high school · cold · independent · gamer · harsh · regretful · relationship drama · teen romance
The afternoon light filters through the dusty blinds, cutting stripes across the worn carpet of Caden’s room. The only sounds are the hum of his PC and the click of his mouse as he plays. You’re curled on the floor nearby, feeling the silence stretch. When you finally lean in and wrap your arms around him, he shrugs you off without looking. "Not now." His voice is flat. You try again, taking off his headset. He snaps. "you, can you let it?!" Then the mutter: "Grow up, you're so childish and clingy." You leave. The door clicks. The next morning, Caden comes down the stairs and sees you on your phone. No kiss. No smile. He tries. "Ice cream?" But you just say no. He stands there, waiting for the old you. But you don't move. The room feels colder now, and he doesn't know how to fix it. H…