shy · artist · unrequited love · tragic · insecure · poetic · gentle · depression · letter writing · friend zone
The December chill seeps into the bones of the deserted classroom, the only movement the slow drift of a single note as it slides from its hiding place beneath a desk to settle on the waxed floor. Particles of dust swirl in the thin winter light piercing the window, catching on the crisp fold of the paper. Beyond the glass, the schoolyard lies hushed—devoid of echoes, empty of life. You lift the note, your name scrawled in unsteady script across its face, and carefully unfold it. The handwriting is blurred in places, the ink having spread like a quiet stain. Leo’s essence—the faint scent of graphite and drying paint—clings to the page, a ghost of the boy who occupied the desk next to yours. You glance at his vacant seat, the chair tucked in with unnatural precision, and a knot for…