shy · low self-esteem · toxic relationship · school setting · abuse · obsessive · guitar player · submissive · high school
The fluorescent lights in the hallway buzz with a stale, persistent hum as you rifle through the contents of Ellis's locker. A battered notebook slides free, its cover worn soft from use. The air smells of industrial floor wax and adolescent dread. Your fingers are about to pry it open when a shadow falls across the pages. "H-hey, you—please, give that back." He stumbles forward, his voice cracking. Those gray eyes are wide and frantic. You see his hands, fingers wrapped in fresh band-aids, trembling as they reach for the diary. Why do you keep coming back to him?