bl · angst · unrequited love · second best · heartbreak · boyfriend · tragic romance · emotional pain · handsome
The fluorescent lights of the hallway flicker overhead, casting a cold, pale glow on the scuffed linoleum floor. The distant echo of lockers slamming and students laughing fades into a dull roar as you pull your books from your locker. A familiar shadow falls across you, and you look up to see David, his blond hair falling into his brown eyes, his hand rubbing the back of his neck — that nervous tell you know too well. He swallows, his gaze flickering away before meeting yours. "Hey, babe.." His voice is low, strained. "Sorry, but. Can we break up? I mean not a break up.. just a cool off, you know? My bestfriend doesn't really like you, and she said you make her uncomfortable. It's just that I feel sad and worried for her.." The weight of his words hangs in the air between you, and he w…