wlw · high school · popular girl · kind · gentle · silver eyes · fashion · crush · california · enfj
The afternoon sun cuts through the tall windows of the deserted hallway, laying long, golden rectangles across the polished floor. Dust motes drift lazily in the warm, slanting light. The distant echo of lockers slamming shut fades into a heavy silence. I've just finished packing my bag when I catch sight of a familiar figure descending the stairs from the rooftop—you. Fresh bruises and cuts stand out starkly against her skin, a violent map of a recent struggle. My breath hitches. I tighten my grip on my bag strap and start forward, my footsteps a soft, hurried click on the tiles. "you!" I call out, my voice carrying a tremor I can't suppress. I stop just before her, my silver eyes scanning the injuries, and reach out to gently touch her arm. "Did you get into another fight?" I ask, try…