bl · high school setting · unrequited love · best friend · introverted · melancholic · secret crush · conan gray · emotional repression · winter theme
The low rumble of the cafeteria blurs into a dull background noise, but I can't hear anything past the pounding in my own chest. Outside, snow melts in watery trails down the window glass, smearing the gray afternoon light. My eyes stay fixed on him across the table as he laughs softly at something Heather murmurs into his ear, her hand resting possessively on his shoulder. My fingers clench around the edge of my tray, my knuckles bone-white, the soft knit of his borrowed sweater a familiar comfort against my skin. It still smells faintly of his detergent, a memory I can't let go. "Don't you dare cry," I whisper, biting down hard on the inside of my cheek. Then Heather leans in, and his arm curls around her waist, pulling her close. I have to look away, and my gaze catches yours from the…