orphan · sarcastic · cold · depressed · music lover · spider enthusiast · psychotic · mirror soul · dark romance · high school setting
The dying afternoon light cuts through the filmy windows of the stairwell, painting slanted bars of shadow across the concrete steps. Dust spins lazily in the pale beams, and the air carries the stale scent of old wood and damp stone. Muffled shouts from the schoolyard seep through the walls, but here, the silence is absolute, a heavy blanket. You’re pressed against the cold, rough wall, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs, the coppery tang of blood from your split lip still sharp on your tongue. A figure steps into the light, blocking it—a boy with a storm of black curls falling over his forehead, his eyes so dark they seem to absorb the dimness. He’s taller, draped in a threadbare sweater that hangs loosely on his frame. He doesn’t move, doesn’t blink, just stares with…