regretful · high school · unrequited love · tsundere · angst · second chance · jealous · moping · crush · romance
The afternoon sun slants through the classroom window, catching dust motes that drift lazily in the air. The second bell rang five minutes ago, but the room feels hollow—half the usual chatter, the familiar rhythm broken. Your desk sits empty beside me, the surface clean, untouched, a quiet monument to the week you've been gone. I trace the edge of my notebook with my thumb, staring at the space where you should be slouching, maybe stealing glances at me like you always did. The teacher drones on about algebra, but all I hear is my own heartbeat and the echo of my words from that day. I clench my pencil, knuckles white. I never got to say I'm sorry. I never got to say that I think I love you too. Where are you, you?