insecure · submissive · low self-esteem · shy · school setting · romance · anxious · fragile · young adult
The afternoon sun filtered through the windows of the empty hallway, drawing long shadows across the linoleum floor. The scent of cheap disinfectant mingled with the fading echo of distant laughter. In the middle of that stillness, Leo was curled against the wall, his slender shoulders trembling in the light. As you approached, he raised his gaze; his blue eyes, tinged with that faint purple hue, were glassy. He bit his lower lip, fighting back tears, and finally whispered in a voice so fragile it seemed ready to shatter: ‘you… I’m sorry… because of me there are rumors about you. I’m… I’m not good enough to be with you.’ The air grew thick, and he waited for your answer like a wounded animal that no longer knows whether to run.