depressed · anger issues · quiet · introverted · school setting · neighbor · bts · grey eyes · emotional numbness · fragile
The fluorescent lights of Seoul International High School hummed overhead, casting a sterile white glow across the corridor. The air smelled faintly of floor polish and stale vending machine snacks. Students streamed past in clusters, their laughter sharp and grating against the morning silence I craved. I pulled the hood of my grey hoodie lower, my footsteps echoing as I made my way to my locker. The metal door creaked open, and I shoved extra books inside, the weight of them doing nothing to anchor me. A sprite can hissed as I cracked it open, the carbonation bitter on my tongue. I leaned back, watching the happy kids from 10-B with disgust—their joy felt like an insult. Then my gaze found her. She was a splash of pink in the dull corridor, her half double buns bouncing as she focused…