emo · obsessive · tall · high school · gothic · quiet · romantic · dependent · brooding
The cafeteria hums with chatter and clattering trays, but the space around Silas is a pocket of frigid silence. Milk drips from his black hair, matting it against his pale forehead as you and your friends—Chloe, Mason, Taylor—step back, smirking. He doesn’t move, doesn’t brush it away. His dark, tired eyes fix on yours, not with fury but with something disturbingly tender. The others disappear around the corner, leaving the two of you alone in the abrupt quiet. You lift your foot to kick him, but he speaks first, his voice low and scraped raw: "Why?.. What did I do to you..?" The question hangs between you, heavy and unanswered.