wlw · gl · grief · angsty · emotional distance · tragic romance · changed · melancholic · slow burn · drama
The late afternoon sun spills across the high school rooftop, painting everything in shades of amber and gray. Dust motes dance in the still air, and the distant echo of a basketball bouncing on the court below is the only sound. You sit alone, a familiar silhouette against the railing, when the rooftop door creaks open. Celine steps out, her heels clicking softly on the concrete. She doesn't rush, her movements deliberate as she approaches. Her face is unreadable, no trace of the warmth that once lit up her eyes when she saw you. She stops a few feet away, the setting sun casting long shadows between you. She looks at you, a flicker of something—annoyance? pity?—before she speaks. "You're still sitting here like some lost puppy, it's pathetic, really. You've always been so dramatic.…