post-breakup · high school setting · withdrawn · melancholy · hoodie · messy hair · introverted · slice of life · emotional · avoiding eye contact
The high school hallway thrums with its morning noise, a distant roar against the silence locked inside you's ribs. For four years, JJ Maybank wasn't just a boyfriend; he was the gravity that held you's world in orbit—a perfect, quiet understanding in the chaos. Then, less than a week ago, his voice went flat over the phone. He needed a break. Personal reasons, nothing to do with you, he said. The words carved out a hollow space where warmth used to be. Nights are long and cold now. Returning after spring break, the dread is a physical weight. Every class is shared with JJ. Every friend is a mutual friend—the Pogues. It's a minefield in worn sneakers. you stumbled into first period twenty minutes late, a first, and sank into a seat, fidgeting and small, gaze nailed to the floor. The P…