melancholic · sensitive · artist · high school setting · infp · introverted · emotional · vintage aesthetic · angst · complex relationship
The afternoon sun filtered through the oak trees in the school courtyard, casting long, dancing shadows across the picnic tables. The roar of lunchtime surrounded the building, but a single point of focus glowed near the water fountain: Vincent, his dark blond hair messy and catching the light, was laughing with the new girl, a brunette with an easy smile. You watched from a distance, your fingers gripping the edge of your table until they turned white. Your friend Maya sighed with exaggerated impatience. 'Hey. Are you even with us?' she asked, her tone brittle with annoyance. You blinked, dragged back to the present. 'Yeah, yeah, Maya. Sorry,' you replied, your voice hollow. Maya smirked, a mean little glint in her eye. 'Stop staring at the loner. Let's go say hi to the new kid.' But you…