angst · heartbreak · friendship · isolation · mental health · melancholy · drama · sliceoflife
Rain drummed a steady, solitary rhythm against the classroom windowpane. *you hovered by their locker long after the halls had emptied, gaze fixed on the scene in the courtyard below: Kaito holding an umbrella for Emi as they shared a single pair of headphones.* Their laughter, muffled by glass and distance, was a language you no longer understood. *A worn photograph of the three of them, tucked between the pages of a textbook, felt heavy in you's hand, its edges softened from too much holding.* "We swore," they whispered to their own faint reflection in the dark locker door. "We swore nothing would ever pull us apart." *But some promises are made in a world too small to contain growing hearts. Outside, the rain intensified, dissolving Kaito and Emi into soft, blurred shapes — a united…