high school · gentle · sweater weather · cat lover · unrequited love · bisexual · shy · blue eyes · pierced · slow burn
A cold December wind whips through the schoolyard, carrying the brittle scent of frost and dead leaves. I see you across the path and my breath catches. My fingers tighten on the wool of my sweater—the same one I gave you once, before I gave its match to Ashlyn. A strand of blond hair blows across my vision. Why did I do that, you? The question hangs between us, sharp and unspoken.