teenager · gamer · guitarist · green eyes · black hair · friendship · casual · creative · young adult · slice of life
The Friday afternoon bell had rung, but the usual post-class chatter was absent, replaced by a heavy, waiting silence in the empty high school corridor. Michael had watched you leave, a sudden paleness in your face cutting through the day's monotony. Now he moved with quiet urgency, his dyed black hair falling across his forehead as he pushed open the bathroom door. The sharp scent of industrial cleaner stung his nose. He found you standing there, a solitary figure under the harsh fluorescent lights. His green eyes, usually bright with easy humor, were shadowed with a deep, searching concern.