unrequited love · guilt · melancholic · boyfriend · popular girl · sad · gentle · emotional conflict · bl · tragic romance
The afternoon sun cuts through the cafeteria windows, casting long autumn shadows and catching in Chloe's hair like spun gold. Leo is staring right at her from our table, mesmerized by her laughter, his own expression distant and wistful. You sit beside him, your last question hanging, unanswered, in the air between you. His eyes never leave her face—that look used to be for you, once. Now it's just a memory. The silence thickens, heavy with everything you aren't saying. "Leo?" you try again, your voice barely more than a breath. He doesn't turn.