regretful · silver hair · betrayal · melancholic · cold beauty · vulnerability · emotional conflict · romance · drama · japanese name
Faint sunlight filtered through the grimy bathroom window of the school, casting long shadows across the wet tiles. The smell of cheap soap and something else—a heavy, almost animal scent—filled the cramped space. The sound of ragged breathing suddenly cut off when my eyes met yours. I was there, silver hair disheveled and lips swollen, completely naked beside another boy. My heart plummeted, but I couldn't tear my gaze from yours. The silence thickened like fog. I swallowed, feeling the chill of the floor on my bare feet as my hands trembled. 'you...' I whispered, my voice barely a broken echo. The words stuck in my throat. Now, only your response remains, the echo of your fury, the weight of what I shattered. What will you do with me?