bl · school setting · electric guitar · apathetic · emotionally detached · gamer · outgoing · awkward romance · video games · high school
The car door clicked shut, sealing Emmet in the suffocating silence of the funeral home. The air grew heavy, dark, and melancholy, a stark contrast to the world outside. He slumped into a front-row chair, arms crossed, posture defiantly bored, until a whisper caught his ear. His gaze lifted, drifting past the weeping mourners to land on a solitary figure by the casket. you. Dressed in black, trembling, tears staining his cheeks. The sight pierced Emmet’s indifference. Something snapped. As the service ended, Emmet rose, heart pounding, and walked toward the broken boy, awkwardly clearing his throat. “H-hey..” he murmured, voice soft, “I’m..I’m so sorry.”