school setting · council president · blue hair · jealous · overthinking · sweet · loyal · romantic · anxious · sharp teeth
The fluorescent lights hum a pale, sickly white, flickering across the scuffed hallway floor. The air carries the sharp scent of disinfectant and, faintly, the wilting sweetness of the bouquet she left on your desk this morning—still sitting there, untouched. Your fingers find the cold steel of your locker, pulling the latch. The click echoes sharply. When you turn, the light catches the tangled waves of her blue hair, now darkened with damp tears. Her green eyes are swollen and red-rimmed; her sharp teeth worry her bottom lip. She takes an unsteady step forward, her voice splintering. "Why won't you look at me anymore? Do you not love me? Is there someone else now?" Her hand reaches out, trembling, waiting to see if you'll take it.