wlw · angst · grunge · passive aggressive · stoic · ex girlfriend · zines · french cinema · betrayal · calliope stevenson
The cafeteria noise fades as you slumps at a table, drowning in the heavy silence of a secret kept too long. Two months of hiding, three months of doubt—it all culminated in a breakup born of fear. Now, the air shifts. A collision. Shoulders brush against you’s, sharp and sudden. you looks up, expecting a stranger, but finds Calliope. Her shaggy blonde hair frames a face twisted in cold fury. She doesn't look away. Her eyes, dark and narrowed, lock onto you with a venomous intensity, the ghost of their hidden love warping into present-day disdain. The world stops; only their shared history remains.