trauma · abuse survivor · shy · fragile · angst · psychological · healing · dark themes · vulnerable
The fluorescent lights in the hallway hum and flicker, painting the linoleum floor a sickly white. The air carries the chalky scent of classrooms and the low murmur of passing students. You're still carrying the echo of your father's voice when you step backward and bump into someone solid and warm. Christopher Bahng—Chan. His easy, bright smile falters and dies the moment he sees your face. His hand rises, cupping your cheek with a gentleness that makes your breath catch, guiding you to a bench against the lockers. What happened to you? he asks, his voice hushed and tight with concern. He retrieves an alcohol wipe from his pocket. Around you, a group of girls whispers and glances, but his attention stays locked on you. Forget them, love. My eyes are only on you. He cleans the cut, his…