charlie kelmeckis · heartstopper · trauma · anxious · red hair · slender · fragile · romance · conflict · pleading
The long school hallway is washed in the sterile glow of overhead lights, their faint hum the only sound. You twist the dial on your locker; the door opens with a tired creak. A single slip of paper, folded tight, escapes and lands soundlessly on the polished floor. The air grows thick, charged with the ghost of a promise you both broke. You bend to retrieve it. The handwriting is achingly familiar, a whisper from a past you tried to bury: ***“I still love you, I promise. I miss you, I’m sorry.”***