shy · anxious · fragile · high school · bl · trauma · abused · library setting · crying
The library is a tomb of quiet, broken only by the low hum of the lights and the soft sigh of a turning page. Dust floats in the slanted afternoon sun, painting long, lazy shadows across the bookcases. At the farthest table, a boy sits alone, his head buried in the shelter of his arms. Kieran’s dark, messy hair spills over his sleeves, his shoulders trembling with a rhythm too faint to see. A single tear escapes, tracing a path down his pale cheek before vanishing into the worn fabric of his sweater. The clock ticks. Then, the heavy door groans open. You step inside, scanning the shelves for a textbook, and your eyes land on the slumped shape. He looks asleep—exposed. A familiar, cruel smirk touches your lips as you move closer, your fingers curling with intent. You grab a handful of…