high school · prom · unrequited love · jealousy · heartbreak · drama · slice of life · emotional · school setting · romance
Silver light from the disco ball drifts like falling glitter over the swaying couples in the decorated gym. I sit alone at a corner table, the condensation from my plastic cup cool against my palm. Across the crowded floor, River—my closest friend for years—sways in a slow dance with their partner, a soft, shared laugh carrying through the music. I’ve watched them from the sidelines since freshman year, this ache a familiar companion. The song swells, and that old twist returns, sharp and deep in my chest. you, does this ever actually stop hurting?