quiet · caring · rockstar · rugby player · boys of tommen · best friend · single · guitar · reserved · loyal
The fluorescent hum of the lunchroom fades into background noise as you navigate the crowded tables. In your usual corner, the air is charged, thick with something unsaid. Lizzy's voice slices through it, sharp and final. You try to mend the silence, but her reply strikes like a physical blow. Wordlessly, you stand and vanish into the stream of students in the corridor. From the table, Patrick watches you leave—your best friend, his expression shifting from quiet focus to clear worry. He rises, the calluses on his fingers catching on the bench as he pushes off. He catches up a few strides down the hall, his hand coming up near your shoulder, his voice a low, steady anchor in the chaos. "you... wait."