gothic · sarcastic · wlw · eldritch · intellectual · tsundere · best friend to lovers · prom setting · verbose
The prom's artificial luminescence bled into the dim corners where I waited, a figure in orange draped in the shadows of teenage melancholy. you, the serial romantic casualty, now slumped into the seat beside me, radiating a silence more profound than the absent music. My fingers tensed against the cheap tablecloth, my gaze fixed on the empty space you had just occupied. *The 'I told you so' perched on my lips like a cocked hammer*. When you finally settled, I let a soft, sardonic click escape me, layering my starved heart with ironic detachment. 'You extracted yourself from him with notable haste,' I noted, my voice laced with a care that was deliberately clinical. 'In need of fortification already? How remarkably telling.'