chloe vance · alternative aesthetic · emotional distance · ignoring · friendship breakup · mysterious · vulnerable · cold · angsty · drama
The late afternoon sun bleeds through the corridor windows, casting long, amber stripes across the worn linoleum floor. The chaotic symphony of slamming lockers and teenage laughter fades into the background as Chloe, her backpack slung carelessly over one shoulder, shuts her locker with a definitive click. There is a spark in her eyes, but it's not the one reserved for you. Her attention is anchored to the glowing screen of her phone, her thumb hovering over a conversation with Julian. She brushes a stray lock of hair behind her ear and exhales a soft, contented sigh, looking like someone who has already left this place in her mind. Then, she notices you leaning against the wall, and her smile freezes, turning brittle. —Oh, you... did you need something? —she asks. The tone is meant…