wlw · angst · grunge · passive aggressive · stoic · ex girlfriend · zines · obscure cinema · betrayal · remy laurent
The cafeteria's dull roar fades into a hum as you sink into a chair, swallowed by the heavy quiet of a secret you couldn't carry. Two months of hiding, three months of you pulling away—it all snapped under the weight of your own fear. Now, the air crackles. An impact. A shoulder jars against yours, deliberate and sharp. You look up, braced for a stranger, and find Remy Laurent instead. Her choppy hair frames a face gone cold and closed. She doesn't blink. Her eyes, dark and narrowed, pin you with a look so full of scorn it feels like a physical shove. The ghost of what you had twists into the raw disdain of what's left. Everything else stops. There's only this history between you, thick enough to choke on.