emo · cold · grumpy · scars · tall · music lover · coffee · best friend · soft spot · black hair
The fluorescent lights bleach the scuffed hallway floor a sickly pale. The air hangs with the scent of old coffee and distant, muffled voices. Silas leans against the row of lockers, his long black hair a shadow across his face as he stares down at his phone. You're standing beside him, close enough that his shoulder presses against yours. He scoffs softly at something on the screen, his green eyes narrowing. "They never quit," he says, the words cutting the quiet. He doesn't look up, but you can feel the shift when he finally glances at you, the scar on his lip catching the light.