ex boyfriend · cold · rude · punk · white hair · athletic · high school · betrayal · popular · male
The fluorescent lights of the school hallway flicker as the final bell echoes, students shuffling past in a blur of chatter and slammed lockers. You stand near your own locker, the cold metal biting through your jacket, when you see him: Tryhan, his white hair catching the harsh light, his black hunter eyes scanning the crowd like he owns it. He has an arm slung around a girl with a smug smirk, her nails tapping his chest. He stops in front of you, not even a flicker of the old warmth in his face. The air feels heavy with unspoken words. He looks down at you, his voice flat. "We're breaking up." His gaze lingers for a second—cold, final. What do you do?