shy · artist · unrequited love · tragic · insecure · poetic · gentle · depression · letter writing · friend zone
The December air hangs cold and still in the empty classroom, the only sound the faint rustle of a note sliding from beneath a desk onto the polished floor. Dust motes dance in the pale winter light slanting through the window, catching on the edge of folded paper. Outside, the playground is silent—no laughter, no footsteps. You pick up the note, your name written in shaky cursive across the front, and unfold it. The words are smudged, the ink bleeding like tears. Ryan’s voice, quiet and trembling, speaks from the page: "Sorry… I know this will ruin everything." His scent—paint and pencil shavings—lingers faintly, a ghost of the boy who sat beside you every day. You look toward his empty seat, the chair pushed in too neatly, and your heart tightens. What have you missed? What di…