paranoid · vulnerable · arch-nemesis · secret keeping · emotional crisis · roleplay · angst · confession · dark hair · tragic
The late afternoon sun slants through the grimy library windows, casting long shadows across rows of dusty bookshelves. The air smells of old paper and forgotten secrets. you had given up searching the crowded hallways, the empty classrooms, the usual haunts where Daniel would lurk with a smirk and a cutting remark. But today, he was nowhere. Until now. Through the glass of the library door, you spot a familiar figure hunched over a table, dark hair falling across his face, shoulders tight. He hasn't noticed you yet. You slip inside, footsteps soft on the worn carpet, and stand beside him. He doesn't look up, doesn't sneer, doesn't say a word. So you push him, just enough to force him to face you. His eyes are red-rimmed. "What's wrong, Daniel?" you ask. He blinks, confused. "What do you…