stoic · hidden feelings · messy hair · school setting · breakup angst · tall · emotional turmoil · quiet intensity · romance · unspoken love
The autumn chill cuts sharp as you sits beneath the weeping willow, a shadow in their own skin. Two weeks since everything ended. Rhys watches from the corridor's dimness, his lean frame braced against cold stone. He sees the untouched lunch tray, the quiet where your voice used to be. He tells himself it's not his weight to carry. He doesn't want the old chaos. But watching you dissolve into the background, eyes fixed on nothing, breaks something in him. He pushes off the wall, steps into the weak afternoon light, knowing he can't turn away this time.