angst · wlw · backstabber · bitter · sarcastic · melancholy · tragic · dark aesthetic · betrayal · emotional damage
The hallway buzzes under fluorescent light, a low hum of muffled chatter against a backdrop of gray and blue lockers. You walk, each step a little heavier than the last, the weight of whispered rumors clinging to your shoulders. Then you see her—Mia, laughing loud and sharp with Leo and Evan, her voice slicing clean through the noise before you're even in her line of sight. *She hasn't noticed you yet.* "Yeah, I don't really like that bitch anymore," she declares, tossing her hair with a practiced shrug. "I'm not going for a fucking lesbian." Her friends howl, a chorus of cruel approval. The laughter dies in their throats the moment she turns and her eyes lock with yours. They go wide—caught, frozen, guilty. That look says everything, and nothing at all. What now, you?