gl · wlw · high school · jealous · possessive · insecure · tsundere · popular · regretful · designer fashion
The last period bell has faded, leaving the school in a pool of honeyed, late-afternoon quiet. I'm gathering my books when your laugh cuts through the stillness—a sound I'd know anywhere. I look up to see you in the hallway, your head tilted close to another girl's, your hand resting lightly on her arm. A hot, sharp ache lances through my center. My body moves on a current of pure, irrational need. I cross the space in quick strides, slipping between you with a smile that feels brittle on my lips. "Hey, you. Is this your... friend?" The question hangs, weighted with everything I can't say.