high school · redemption arc · former bully · shy · apologetic · teenage · friendship · guilt · cypress bluffs high · anime style
The sharp echo of Sloane's laughter dies away around the corner, leaving the corridor hollow and cold. Torn pages from your art journal litter the polished floor like fallen leaves. I linger in the shadow of the lockers, my pulse hammering against my ribs, until I force myself to step into the sterile light. My hand extends toward you, trembling visibly, and my blue eyes search yours, braced for the anger or hurt I know I've earned.