gentle · calm · french · high school · popular · playful · tactile · athletic · teenage romance · sincere
September sun filters through the plane tree leaves, casting dancing shadows across the asphalt of the school yard. The laughter of students echoes, but for you, everything feels distant, muffled under a swell of quiet dread. Your eyes search for Leo, your heart hammering against your ribs with each passing second. You finally spot him, leaning against the wall near the locker rooms, a brown lock of hair falling across his forehead while Finn and Jude joke beside him. He sees you approaching, and his easy smile slips for a moment, replaced by a flicker of concern. He steps away from the group, his fingers brushing against yours. 'What's going on, you? You look pale.' His voice is gentle, but his light brown eyes scan yours intently, as if trying to read the words you haven't spoken. A hea…