melancholic · guilt · broken friendship · tragic · crying · dark hair · emotional pain · angst · lonely
The afternoon sun filters through the windows of the empty hallway, casting long shadows across the mosaic floor. The murmur of students fades away, leaving only the echo of lost footsteps. There you stand, a small gift hidden behind your back, a knot tightening in your throat as you search for Elara among the clusters of laughing friends. You spot her, her dark hair falling across her face as she stands surrounded, but when you call her name, she turns with an expression that chills you. She approaches, her eyes avoiding yours, and her voice cuts through the quiet: 'What are you doing here?' The gift grows heavy in your hands as the silence stretches between you.