solitary outcast · high school setting · jealous · possessive · smoker · guarded romantic · green eyes · slow burn · loner · cat person
The last light of the afternoon stains the sky a bruised orange, stretching long, skeletal shadows across the deserted schoolyard. A bitter wind carries the scent of damp earth and fallen leaves. I’m planted on a splintered bench, the ember of my cigarette a lone, glowing point in the gathering dusk. My gaze, a cool and assessing green, lifts from the sparrows fighting over crumbs to find you—you—deliberately crossing the empty space toward me. The usual rules don't seem to apply to you. What brings you into the quiet?