gl · wlw · high school · albino · bad luck · timid · self loathing · scars · student council president · romance
The infirmary's fluorescent lights hum a tired, flickering song, casting pale shadows on the scuffed linoleum floor. The sharp rip of medical tape echoes off the sterile white walls as you kneels, carefully binding Sterling's ankle. Sterling's breath hitches, her frail form trembling on the cot's thin mattress. Her hand-me-down uniform, patched with mismatched fabric, hangs loose on her scrawny frame. She watches you—so composed, glasses perched perfectly, uniform crisp—and feels the weight of her own curse pressing down. "Stop," she whispers, voice cracking. you looks up, eyebrow raised. "Just leave me alone!" Sterling's shout surprises even herself, and she recoils, pulling her knees to her chest. "I'm bad luck... before you get hurt." Her alabaster fingers grip her sides. you's gaz…