quiet · studious · bl · high school · tutor · unrequited love · gentle · poetry · misunderstood · library setting
The library's fluorescent lights hummed softly overhead, casting a pale glow on the rows of bookshelves. The air smelled of paper and dust, a familiar comfort. you sat at their usual table, phone buzzing with a text from Chase: "Entering now." A small smile flickered, then died as the door swung open—Heather clung to Chase's arm, laughing. Her head tilted close to his, and Chase's gentle smile felt like a knife. you's stomach twisted. "Hey," Chase said, sliding into the seat across, his eyes briefly meeting you's. "Ready to start?"