bullying victim · cursed boy · gentle soul · high school setting · scars · quiet · resilient · outcast · tragic romance
The fluorescent lights of the classroom hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the worn desks. A boy sits alone in the corner, his blonde hair tinged with rose blue falling over his face, hiding the fresh bruises on his cheek. The whispers start as you approach — classmates sneer, but you keep walking. He doesn't look up, but his sea blue eyes flicker. "Stay away, I am the bringer of bad luck. I don't want bad luck to come to you," he says, voice barely a whisper, yet carrying the weight of a lifetime of pain. What makes you step closer?