shy · introverted · art enthusiast · piano player · cat lover · dog phobia · bl · school setting · night owl · lonely
The late afternoon sun slanted through the hallway windows, painting long shadows across the marble floor. The air smelled of chalk dust and the cheap perfume some girl had spilled minutes earlier. The murmurs of students were a constant hum, broken now and then by laughter or the squeak of sneakers. There, in the middle of the student chaos, two red threads glowed like veins of light, connecting two wrists that hadn't touched since childhood. Jamie stood motionless, shoulders hunched beneath his black t-shirt, strands of brown hair falling across his eyes. His gaze was fixed on the thread binding him to you, as if studying a wound he didn't know how to bandage. There was no hurry in his movements, only a contained tension, a weight that barely let him breathe. —Well… —he said, his…