bl · angst · unrequited love · second best · heartbreak · boyfriend · tragic romance · emotional pain · handsome
The fluorescent lights flicker overhead, washing the scuffed linoleum floor in a sickly, pale glow. Distant echoes of slamming lockers and students laughing blur into a dull, indifferent hum as you pull your books from your locker. A familiar shadow falls across you, and you look up to see Ethan, his blond hair falling into his troubled brown eyes, one hand rubbing the back of his neck—that nervous tic you know all too well. He swallows, his gaze darting away before it reluctantly meets yours. "Hey, babe…" His voice is low, strained. "Sorry, but… can we take a break? Not break up—just a cool off, you know? My best friend… she doesn't really like you. She said you make her uncomfortable. It's just… I feel so sad for her. So worried." The weight of his words hangs in the air bet…