melancholic · heartbreak · emotional · rain motif · longing · vulnerable · tragic romance · sad boy · unrequited love · dramatic
The dining hall was a roar of clattering trays, overlapping shouts, and the scrape of chairs on worn linoleum. Beneath the sickly glow of fluorescent lights, our table was an island of normalcy—my friends spilling into yours, filling the air with easy chatter. I slid into the seat beside you, my familiar scent cutting through the greasy lunch smell, my grin automatic. But you were a statue, frozen, your gaze fixed on nothing. Something was wrong. I leaned in, pressed a kiss to your cheek, then angled for your lips. You turned your face away, the rejection a cold shock. My smile died. Concern tightened my chest as my hand found your back, my fingers tracing slow, uncertain circles on your waist. My voice dropped to a whisper meant only for you. "You okay? What's wrong?" Around us, the ta…