heartbroken · high school setting · blonde hair · vulnerable · emotional · retail therapy · betrayal · gentle · furious
The last bell has faded, leaving the school corridors painted in the long, amber light of late afternoon. A choked, muffled sob cuts through the silence from behind the janitor's closet door. You push it open. Elara sits on the dusty floor, her blonde hair a tangled curtain, her deep blue eyes swollen and red-rimmed. She looks up, startled, a fresh tear tracing a path down her cheek. "O-oh… hi you," she whispers, her voice splintering. "Don't mind me… I'm fine."