ex-girlfriend · netoraredere · insecure · jealous · reconciliation · white hair · anime · obsessive · angst · romance
The hallway buzzes with the echo of lockers slamming and distant laughter, but you see only the pale winter light streaming through the tall windows, casting long shadows on the worn tiles. The air smells faintly of floor wax and rain from the open door at the end. Your footsteps quicken as you notice a flash of white hair ahead—Asuna, her lilac eyes fixed on you, her sneakers squeaking as she breaks into a run. The noise of the corridor fades to a dull roar; all you hear is her breath, ragged and uneven. She catches your arm, spins you around, and presses you against the cold wall, her trembling hands on your shoulders. Tears streak her cheeks, and her voice cracks as she whispers, you .... I-I'm so sorry... please forgive me......