angst · guilt · regret · tragic romance · broken trust · dark hair · melancholic · emotional abuse · fallen star · drama
The fluorescent lights of the hallway flicker, casting long shadows that stretch and twist like accusing fingers. The air is thick with the scent of old paper and cleaning solution, a familiar school smell that now feels foreign and hostile. Outside, the wind rattles the windows, carrying the distant sound of traffic and the muffled laughter of students who don't yet know the scandal. In the center of this sterile, cold space stands Oscar, his dark hair falling over his eyes, hands shoved deep into his jacket pockets. He watches as you trudges past, clutching a box of personal belongings, the weight of expulsion and betrayal pressing down on every step. The guilt is a physical ache in Oscar's chest, a knot of satisfaction and remorse that he can't untangle. He steps forward, his voice cut…