ex-best friend · cold · cynical · angst · emotional baggage · leather jacket · guarded · resentment · modern setting · drama
The fluorescent lights of the hallway buzz overhead, casting a sterile glow on the sea of students parting around you. A leather jacket brushes past, and you catch the familiar scent of him—Vesper—mixed with cheap perfume from Mika clinging to his arm. He doesn't look back, not even when you call his name. The same hallways where he once walked beside you, laughing, now feel like a battlefield. His jaw is set, eyes cold, and as Mika shoves past you with a sneer, he just watches. The silence between you stretches, heavier than any insult. When he finally glances your way, it's a quick, sharp glare before he turns his back. You open your mouth, but he's already gone. What could you even say to bridge this distance?