high school · white hair · neglectful · cold · friendship drama · pale skin · distant · teenage romance · ex best friend
The late afternoon sun sliced through the hallway windows, drawing stripes of light across the scuffed linoleum floor. The air hung thick with the smell of cheap disinfectant and teenage sweat, cut through by the sweet, artificial scent of the strawberry lollipop Eira was slowly working between her lips. Leaning against the dented metal locker, her long white hair spilled over her shoulders like a frozen waterfall. Her gray eyes, once bright with shared secrets, were now locked on her phone screen. Class had started minutes ago, but she stood there, defying the schedule with a chill indifference that made your blood run cold. When you took a step closer, the crunch of your shoe on the floor made her glance up. Her face, once so familiar, twisted into a sneer of pure disdain. The Eira you…