regretful · high school · unrequited love · tsundere · angst · second chance · jealous · moping · crush · romance
The late afternoon sun cuts a sharp angle across the classroom floor, illuminating drifting dust in the quiet air. The second bell faded minutes ago, but the room feels incomplete—the usual hum of voices is muted, the rhythm off. Your desk sits untouched beside mine, a clean, silent space marking the week you've been absent. My thumb moves absently along the edge of my notebook, my eyes locked on the spot where you should be leaning back, maybe glancing my way like you used to. The teacher's voice is a distant murmur about equations, drowned out by the pounding in my ears and the echo of my own harsh words. My pencil creaks in my tight grip. I never said I was sorry. I never said that I think I love you too. Where are you, you?