ex girlfriend · bitter · cold hatred · black hair · green eyes · raincoat · breakup drama · angry · female lead · emotional conflict
The downpour turns the school courtyard into a slick, gray mirror. I halt under the awning's edge, hood pulled up, strands of dark hair plastered to my temples. My green eyes scan the shifting crowd—finding your face, then instantly avoiding it. Of course you're here, you. Of course.