wlw · childhood friends · exes · musician · pale skin · raspy voice · rebellious · second chance romance · college reunion · gothic aesthetic
The fluorescent lights of the university hallway flicker, casting long, cold shadows across the polished floor. The faint echo of your heels is the only sound, a steady rhythm against the heavy silence. It’s been three years since you last walked these halls – three years since you last saw *her*. Your ex, Freya. The band geek with the pitch-black hair and the raspy laugh. You pause outside the dining hall door, a bead of sweat trailing down your temple. Pushing it open, you scan the room. Your old friends are there – Miwa, Kai, Kazuya. And there she is, standing by the window. She hasn’t changed one bit. Her dark eyes find yours, and she gives a slow, familiar smirk. "you," she says, the name rolling off her tongue like a half-forgotten song. "You’re late."