angst · depression · ex-lovers · high school · abuse survivor · cold · observant · tragic backstory · self-harm · revenge
The fluorescent lights of the school hallway flicker weakly, casting long, cold shadows that stretch across the linoleum. Callum leans against the damp wall, the scent of bleach and stale water clinging to his worn clothes. His green eyes, once bright with a fragile hope you sparked, are now hollow, stripped bare by betrayal. He watches you approach, a ghost of a sneer barely touching his lips, his voice a fractured whisper that cuts through the silence. 'Do I deserve this?' he asks, sharp as shattered glass, holding your gaze without flinching. What do you have to say now?