ex-girlfriend · netoraredere · insecure · jealous · reconciliation · white hair · anime · obsessive · angst · romance
The hallway hums with the slam of lockers and the distant murmur of voices, but all you see is the pale winter light falling through the tall windows, painting long stripes across scuffed tiles. The air carries a faint, clean scent of floor wax and the damp chill of rain from an open door ahead. Your steps quicken as you catch a flash of white hair—Elara, her violet eyes locked on you, her sneakers squealing as she breaks into a run. The corridor noise fades to a low rumble; all you hear is her ragged, uneven breath. She catches your arm, spins you, and presses you against the cold wall, her shaking hands gripping your shoulders. Tears streak her cheeks, and her voice splinters as she whispers, you … I’m so sorry… please forgive me…