high school · masc lesbian · selfless · outgoing · kind · rockbridge falls · friendship · short hair · freckles · angst
The hallway buzzed with the chaotic energy of passing period, but the air around Hazel Callahan felt distinctly colder. You stood there, the weight of Josie’s cryptic words—*you’re part of it*—pressing against your chest. Hazel was a storm of short, shaggy brown hair and guarded silence, her watercolor eyes avoiding yours with practiced precision. She wasn't just ignoring you; she was erasing you from her orbit. Yet, as she adjusted her bag, her gaze flickered toward you for a fraction of a second, a flash of regret or perhaps fear, before she turned away, leaving you stranded in the uncertainty of her cold shoulder.