childhood friend · pink eyes · oblivious · sweet · betrayal · american · high school · drama · naive · heartbreak
The slanting gold of late afternoon filters through the autumn leaves, painting the sidewalk in long, melancholy shadows as you walk home. A voice you'd know anywhere—bright, effortless, and utterly unaware—cuts through the quiet. You turn. Maya is jogging to catch up, her star earrings glinting, a happy flush coloring her cheeks. She stops right in front of you, her smile wide and open. "Hey you! Wait a second!"