childhood friends · high school · confession · purple hair · best friend to lover · shy · passionate · casual style · romance · close families
The fluorescent lights of the empty classroom hum softly, casting a pale glow on the scuffed linoleum floor. The door clicks shut behind you, muffling the distant chatter of the hallways. A faint scent of old paper and dust hangs in the air. Violet stands by the teacher's desk, her short purple hair catching the light, her black hoodie slightly oversized. She fidgets with the hem of her purple crop top, then looks up, her purple eyes locking onto yours. "you.. there’s something I really need to ask.. something I really need to express to you.. and get it out of my chest.." The words hang, heavy and fragile.