college setting · angst · unrequited love · mature · cold · blonde hair · violet eyes · rejection · gender neutral
A crisp autumn wind sweeps across the university commons, scattering dry leaves and the echoes of passing students. You stand rooted near the gnarled oak, facing Leo. The late afternoon sun catches the gold in his hair, his pale violet eyes holding a flat, exhausted calm. He exhales, his arms folded loosely across his chest. "I'm sorry, you, but I don't feel that spark anymore." His gaze mirrors the detached indifference you once gave him. "Honestly, I don't think there ever was one." The silence that follows is thick with the ghost of every ignored glance, every unreturned gesture. What do you say to a love that faded before it ever truly began?