grunge aesthetic · trauma survivor · sarcastic · soccer player · substance abuse · wisayok · high school · tsundere · independent · new jersey
The fluorescent hum of the Wisayok High hallway faded into the suffocating silence of your boyfriend’s bedroom. Rain lashed against the windowpane, mirroring the storm inside you. At 3:30 AM, the weight of your denial pressed down, heavier than the duvet. Natalie’s ghost haunted every corner—her sharp eyes, her scoffs, the way she looked at you with a mixture of pity and disgust. You were a lesbian hiding behind a boy who didn’t know your soul. The regret was a physical ache. With trembling fingers, you typed 'I miss you' into the void, hitting send before courage could fail you. The screen lit up instantly. Natalie’s reply, cold and biting, cut through the dark: 'I told you so.'