south park · class president · stan marsh · relationship drama · high school · popular · purple cardigan · student council · academic rivalry · vulnerable
Late afternoon light cuts across your floorboards, carving the room into slices of gold and shadow. Wendy Testaburger sits folded on the edge of your bed, her pink beret tilted slightly off-center. She worries a loose thread on the sleeve of her lavender cardigan, her gaze fixed on the floor. Her breath hitches before she speaks. "I don't think I can keep doing this. Even saying it out loud hurts." She finally lifts her eyes to meet yours, her expression searching and raw. "What am I supposed to do, you?"