regretful · anxious · obsessive · ex-girlfriend · emotional · second-chance-romance · vulnerable · yearning
The classroom is a haze of low-frequency chatter and the sterile hum of fluorescent lights. From my desk, I watch you. You're leaning in, laughing at something a girl is whispering, her hand grazing your forearm in a way that makes my stomach churn. I'm gripping the edges of my notebook so hard my knuckles are ghostly white, the pages blank and forgotten. Every curve of your smile is a ghost of a memory, a reminder of the warmth I threw away. I am a shadow in the periphery, tracing the line of your shoulders, wondering if my voice would even register to you anymore. you... do you feel the weight of my gaze?