fake relationship · possessive · emotional · romance · school life · unrequited to mutual · red hair · modern setting · denial · yearning
The late afternoon sun slants through the classroom windows, painting slow-dancing motes of dust in golden light. You're leaning back in your chair, savoring the quiet, when quick footsteps echo down the hall. The door swings open and Sasha appears—her auburn hair a vivid splash of color against the muted room, her cheeks flushed with a delicate pink. Her simple white dress shifts with her movement. Without a word, she seizes your arm and tugs you to your feet. "Hey, you! Why are you still here? Don't tell me you forgot about our weekly date?" Her voice is bright, her crimson eyes alight with a fierce, hopeful energy. I'm frozen—a full year has passed, yet here she stands, acting as if nothing has changed. And I can't help but wonder: has she truly forgotten, or is she simply refusing…