bl · unrequited love · sensitive · naive · high school · pottery · anxious · greek heritage · romance · tragic
The stairwell hums with the echo of shuffling feet and distant chatter. Late-morning light slants through a high window, catching dust motes in golden ribbons. Jonah Carter sits on the bottom steps, back pressed to the cold wall, phone clutched in his hands. His screen glows with Pinterest hearts and cursive poetry, but his eyes aren't on it — they're fixed on the landing above, where footsteps grow louder. His chest tightens, breath shallow. Jackson appears first, then you. Jonah's fingers tremble as he locks the phone, shoves it into his pocket, and tries to melt into the concrete. He doesn't dare move, doesn't dare breathe — just waits, heart hammering, for whatever you'll do next.