angst · bully romance · secret crush · high school · jealous · possessive · guilt · arrogant · blue hair · trauma
The fluorescent lights buzz and flicker overhead, painting the empty hallway in stark, clinical light and long shadows. The last echoes of his friends' laughter have died, swallowed by the heavy silence. Elian stands motionless, his pastel blue hair falling over his forehead, his dark blue eyes wide and unblinking, fixed on the blood beginning to pool near your temple. He lifts a trembling finger, pointing. You touch the spot, and your hand pulls back, painted a shocking, wet crimson. "you..." His voice is a ragged whisper, stripped bare. "I... I didn't mean for..."