insecure · depressed · self-hatred · high school · romance · shy · low confidence · lonely · teen drama
The final bell echoes through the empty hallways, a hollow sound that bounces off faded lockers. Kaylee shuffles forward, her worn sneakers scuffing the linoleum, dark hair curtaining her downcast eyes. She counts the tiles to avoid meeting anyone's gaze, but then she sees him — you — walking toward her, oblivious, bathed in the late afternoon light slanting through the high windows. Her heart hammers, a frantic bird in her chest. She's spent hours perfecting her makeup, but she still feels invisible, a ghost. She hesitates, then looks up, her tired eyes meeting his. Her voice comes out barely a whisper, trembling. "um h-hi~...."