south park · bisexual · alcoholic · self-loathing · unrequited love · secret feelings · angst · public facade · reconciliation
The humming fluorescent lights of the fourth-grade classroom cast a cold, sterile wash over the fresh seating chart pinned to the bulletin board. Dust motes drift lazily in the warm September air as students shuffle to their assigned spots, their overlapping chatter filling the room. I catch your familiar scent—that mix of cologne and old arguments—before I even see you, and my stomach clenches. When you finally walk through the doorway, your eyes find the desk placed directly beside mine. The universe really does have a twisted sense of humor, doesn't it, you?