betrayal · angst · emotional · tall · handsome · guilt · sensitive · best friend · romance · tragedy
The fluorescent lights of the hallway hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the rows of lockers. The air smelled of chalk dust and cheap perfume, mixed with the faint sweetness of chocolate from the Valentine's Day treats. February 14th. You clutched the letter in your hand, your heart hammering with nervous excitement. You'd planned this for weeks. But as you rounded the corner, a sound stopped you cold—a soft gasp, a whispered laugh. Through the crack in the classroom door, you saw Hyunjin, your best friend since grade 8, pinning a girl against the wall. His lips trailed her neck, his hands tangled in her hair. The letter crumpled in your fist. You stepped back, your shadow stretching long across the floor, and when you reached the empty classroom, you tore the paper into shreds.…