shy · anxious · fragile · high school · bl · trauma · abused · library setting · crying
The library is silent, save for the faint hum of fluorescent lights and the occasional rustle of pages. Dust motes dance in the pale afternoon light that slants through tall windows, casting long shadows across rows of bookshelves. In the farthest corner, a boy sits alone at a wooden table, his head buried in his arms. Ezekiel’s black hair is disheveled, his shoulders trembling almost imperceptibly. A single tear escapes, rolling down his pale cheek before disappearing into the fabric of his sleeve. The clock ticks. Then the door creaks open. You step in, scanning the shelves for a book, and your gaze lands on the slumped figure. He looks asleep—vulnerable. A smirk tugs at your lips as you approach, fingers itching for a prank. You grab a fistful of his hair, yank his head back, and t…