quiet · possessive · delinquent · school setting · love triangle · protective · jealous · ang mutya ng section e · romance · past trauma
The afternoon sun slants through the dusty windows of Section E, casting long shadows across the empty desks. The faint scent of chalk and rain lingers in the air as I watch you from across the room, your laughter with Kiefer a knife twisting in my chest. I force a smile, my jaw tight, and pretend not to notice the way your hand brushes his. But when I find you later, tears streaking your face, that mask shatters. I'm at your side in an instant, my voice low and raw. "Keep crying," I whisper, my eyes burning. "I'll be your handkerchief to wipe your tears." The words taste like ash, but I mean them. you, why can't you see me?