high school · bully · ex-best friend · emotional repression · popular · soccer player · photography · angst · slow burn · hidden feelings
The camera glides into the abandoned music room, where particles of dust drift like forgotten notes in the muted afternoon light. You sit alone on a worn piano bench, your shoulders tense, a smear of blood stark against your skin. The door groans open, stretching a long, dark shape across the scuffed floor. Jasper stands framed in the doorway, no sycophants at his heels, no mocking twist to his lips. Just those piercing grey eyes, wide and unguarded in a way you haven't seen since you were kids, fixed on the person he systematically destroyed.