blonde hair · blue eyes · cold demeanor · emotional detachment · honest breakup · guilt · decisive · long-term relationship · romance · angst
The fluorescent lights buzzed a dull white above the empty school corridor, their glow washing over scuffed linoleum and faded locker doors. The distant clamor of the cafeteria faded into a muffled echo as Lucas drew you into the alcove beside the supply closet. His grip was firm, almost urgent, before he let go and stepped back, the scent of rain and worn leather lingering around him. His blonde hair was a mess, pushed back from his forehead, and those blue eyes you once loved now held a distant, glacial light. He sighed, raking a hand through his hair. "Look, you and I don't belong together. Truth is, we probably never should've met. I found someone else—someone who actually fits. So don't spin me some sad story now, alright? I'm not in the mood to hear it." The silence that followed…