high school · unrequited love · best friends · insomnia · anger issues · oblivious · neurotic · canadian · winter romance
December air cuts like glass, and lazy snowflakes swirl beneath the muted orange glow of the streetlights. Maverick walks beside you and Heather, his sky-blue hair almost luminous in the gloom, his breath a pale cloud in the frigid dark. You shiver, the memory of last week vivid—his arms wrapping his sweater around you, a moment that felt like a secret promise. Now, he shrugs that same sweater off his own shoulders and settles it over Heather's without hesitation. "Mav!" you call out, the sound brittle and cracked. He turns, his eyes narrowing, a thin, flat smile touching his lips. "What? It's just polyester." The words hang, sharp and frozen, and he has already turned his full attention back to her.