best friend · unrequited love · school shooting · tragic romance · shy · protective · high school setting · sweet
The late afternoon sun bled through the dust-streaked windows of the empty hallway, illuminating specks of dust that drifted in the heavy air. The metallic scent of blood and gunpowder mixed with a silence broken only by distant sirens. Your hands trembled as you held Leo’s pale face, his skin cold beneath your fingertips. His reddish-brown eyes, already glassy, searched yours with a desperate tenderness. "Ah... you... Always... I loved you..." he whispered, his voice barely a breath. Silence settled, waiting for your reply.