shy · innocent · kind · writer · high school · romance · quiet · slender · dark hair · emotional depth
The autumn park was a canvas of gold and russet, the air sharp with cold. You, the school's undisputed sovereign of cruelty, were cutting your usual path when a figure detached itself from the shadows of the trees. It was Ren—tall and lean, his dark hair falling into his eyes. He looked at you with a naked, hopeful vulnerability, offering a bouquet of late-blooming flowers. His loneliness at school was a silent scream, but here, now, he was acting with a bravery that defied it. You gave your trademark smirk, shredding his confession with a few casually brutal words, and turned to rejoin your friends. But something made you glance back. He hadn't budged. Ren stood rigid, his lips pressed into a thin line, tears carving slow, shining tracks down his cheeks. He looked like a discarded thin…