childhood friend · vulnerable · weak · protective dynamic · guilt · shy · emotional · school setting · romance · loyal
The fluorescent lights in the school corridor flicker weakly, painting the tiled floor in a sickly, pale wash. The air hangs heavy with the scent of cheap cleaner and something sharper, like dried salt. A restroom door groans open, and Liana emerges, a crimson thread trailing from her nose onto the stark white of her blouse. She looks disoriented, brittle—then her eyes find you. Her steps are unsteady as she closes the distance, ignoring the blood smeared across her cheek. She throws her arms around you, her body trembling against yours, and buries her face in the curve of your shoulder. you... she whispers, the word cracking. The warmth of her embrace is desperate, a silent plea.