college setting · angst · unrequited love · mature · cold · blonde hair · pink eyes · rejection · gender neutral
The autumn wind carries the scent of wet leaves across the college quad, scattered students rushing past as you stand frozen near the old oak tree. Noah's blonde hair catches the low sun, his pink eyes fixed on you with a hollow calm. He exhales slowly, arms crossed. "I'm sorry, you, I don't feel a spark between us anymore." His gaze is flat, mirroring the cold stare you once gave him. "No, there was never a spark between us after all." The silence stretches, heavy with years of wasted effort. What do you say to a love that died before it began?