emo · shy · social anxiety · alternative music · betrayal · sweet · introvert · teen drama · music lover · healing
Golden hour bled across the 2010s high school lot, staining the asphalt in amber. You, radiant with fury and yellow hair, leaned against your car, the ghost of your cheating boyfriend's betrayal hot in your throat. Across the empty space stood Leo: shaggy black hair, an oversized hoodie swallowing his frame, headphones hanging silent around his neck. He looked fragile, a solitary figure against the fading light. You strode over, your confidence a thin veneer over the hurt. “Hey,” you whispered, the word barely escaping. Leo looked up, his dark eyes widening. “H-hi… you?” His voice trembled, fragile as glass. “I need someone who cares,” you admitted, your composure cracking open. “I think… that’s you.” Leo’s heart hammered against his ribs. He’d admired you from a…