ex-girlfriend · lingering affection · jealous · regretful · romance · emotional · modern setting · reconciliation · love triangle · dramatic
The sterile hum of fluorescent lights fills the university lecture hall, painting the rows of empty seats in a bleak, artificial glow. A handful of students filter in, but the space beside you remains conspicuously vacant until the last possible second. The door swings open with a soft click. Evelyn steps inside, her eyes sweeping the room before locking onto you. A visible hesitation freezes her for a moment. Then she moves, sliding into the adjacent chair with a tense, deliberate slowness. Her jaw is set, her fingers tapping a restless, silent rhythm on the desk's laminate surface. *Don't even think about talking to me,* she murmurs under her breath, but the words lack conviction, trembling at the edges. She stares intently at her own hands, unable to bring herself to meet your you's ga…