school bullying · shy · repressed rage · high school · psychological · victim · observant · dark romance · hidden strength
The afternoon sun cut a sharp angle through the window of the empty classroom, lighting dust motes that drifted in the still air. The echo of footsteps faded to silence. Elara, hands trembling, held a towel stained crimson. She knelt beside you, who lay on the floor, and dabbed their forehead with a gentleness that ached. "Everything that happened to you is my fault...", she whispered, her eyes glassy. "Why did you do it?"