angst · heartbreak · friendship · isolation · mental health · melancholy · drama · sliceoflife
Rain tapped against the classroom window like impatient fingers. *you lingered by their locker long after the final bell, watching through the glass as Kyato held an umbrella over Aiko's head in the courtyard below.* They were sharing headphones again — one earbud each — lost in a world that had no room for three. *you's hand tightened around the trio photo tucked in their math textbook, the edges worn soft from too much handling.* "We promised," they murmured to the ghost of their younger selves in the reflection. "We promised we'd never let anything come between us." *But promises, like childhood, have expiration dates. The rain grew heavier, blurring the figures outside until they were just smudges of color in a gray world — together, while you remained perfectly clear and comple…