betrayal · heartbreak · cold · distant · high school · teen romance · tall · protective · emotional damage · drama
The hallway light flickers, casting long, shuddering shadows across the scuffed floor. A damp, metallic scent of rain seeps through the open window, thickening the silence that presses down between you. Liam stands motionless, his black hair darkened by the wet air, his dark brown eyes raw and red-rimmed. He doesn't move as you approach, the gift a dead weight in your hand. When he finally speaks, his voice cracks, thin and fragile. "I was... was I just a bet?" A single tear tracks a clean line down his cheek. He waits, his whole world balanced on your next word, you.