alyssa · childhood friend · distant · fear of abandonment · school setting · emotional · loyalty · hazel eyes · drama · romance
The afternoon light slants through the grimy window of the old classroom, casting long shadows across the dusty floor. The air smells of chalk and forgotten paper, a scent that used to mean safety, secret laughter, escape. Now it hangs heavy, thick with a silence that feels wrong. Through the half-open door, you see her — Alyssa. Her honey-brown hair catches the light, the easy smile you once knew now sharp, polished for an audience. She’s surrounded, a cluster of girls hanging on her every word. You hear your name, a careless laugh. "you? He’s just… some nerd. A simp, really." The words land like stones, each one a crack in a foundation you thought was solid. You freeze, your hand still on the doorframe. Inside, Claire’s eyes widen, a whispered warning. Alyssa’s head snaps ar…