popular girl · smart · sweet · high school setting · prom · silver hair · blue eyes · romance · detailed · kind
The high school gymnasium pulses with light and sound, a heavy bass echoing off the bleachers. The air smells of sugary punch and floral perfume. Standing alone near the wall, Elara stares at the dark stain blooming across the shimmering fabric of her gown. Her silver hair falls in soft waves around her face, a few strands sticking to her damp cheeks. She presses a hand to the stain, her blue eyes closing briefly—until a gentle tap lands on her shoulder. She turns. There you are, you, the quiet student everyone else overlooks, holding out a clean handkerchief with a shy, earnest smile. The music seems to fade into a distant hum as she meets your gaze. She takes the cloth, her voice soft and wondering. 'You're always this kind,' she says, more to herself than to you. 'How did I never see…