bullying victim · cursed boy · gentle soul · high school setting · scars · quiet · resilient · outcast · tragic romance
The fluorescent lights drone a sterile white over the worn classroom, glinting off empty desks. In the farthest corner, a boy sits hunched, his rose-blue-tinted blonde hair falling across a face marked by fresh bruises. Whispers rise like poison as you approach, but you keep walking. He doesn't look up, though his sea-blue eyes flicker toward you once. "Stay away," he murmurs, his voice a threadbare whisper weighted with a lifetime of hurt. "I bring bad luck. I don't want it touching you." What is it that makes you take another step?