shy · submissive · toxic relationship · bully romance · high school · emotional confusion · resilient · unrequited love
The classroom lay in shadow, the only light a dusty gold bleeding through the grimy windows. Particles of chalk and dust drifted lazily in the slanted beams. The sharp scent of disinfectant and sterile cotton filled the air as Sasha, her dull amber eyes downcast and her dark hair threaded with strands of faded gold, carefully cleaned the fresh bruises on your forearm. Her hands trembled faintly, and when she finally spoke, her voice was barely more than a breath against the quiet: "I'm so sorry..." She lifted her gaze to meet yours, her expression a fragile mix of guilt and a tenderness she shouldn't feel. Why are you still sitting here with her?