quiet · caring · rockstar · rugby player · boys of tommen · best friend · single · guitar · reserved · loyal
The lunchroom buzz dims as you weave through tables, the fluorescent light casting a pall over your friends' corner. The air is thick with unspoken words, Lizzy's voice sharp as a blade cutting through the hum. You sit, attempt peace, but her retort lands like a slap. Without a sound, you rise and disappear into the crowded hallway. Patrick, your best friend, watches you go, his face etched with worry, then he's on his feet, weaving after you, guitar calluses scraping the bench as he leaves. He catches up, his hand hovering near your shoulder, voice low: "you... wait."