insecure · depressed · clingy · high school setting · trauma recovery · shy · japanese american · needy · student
The fluorescent lights of the library hummed a tired, lonely song. Dust motes danced in the slants of late afternoon sun, settling on the spines of forgotten books. A soft, broken sound cut through the silence—a sob, muffled and raw. You stepped past the shelves, following the noise to a corner table. There he was. Richell, curled into himself like he was trying to disappear. His glasses were askew, a fresh bruise blooming under one eye, and a thin trail of blood traced from his nose. His shoulders shook as he pressed his face into his knees. Then he looked up, startled, and his voice cracked. "you...? Why are you here?"