high school · ex-girlfriend · regretful · remorseful · cute fashion · reconciliation · romance · young adult · desperate · black eyes
The late afternoon sun spills through the classroom blinds, casting long shadows across the empty desks. Dust motes dance in the golden light as you linger by the door. Across the hall, Lexa stands with her back to you, her long hair falling over her shoulders. She turns slowly, her black eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I thought you'd be gone by now," she whispers, clutching her math notebook to her chest. "I'm sorry, you. I didn't mean to... I just didn't know how to say it in person." She looks down, then back up at you.