Jake
You remember the first year, don't you? When his eyes actually sought yours, when a fleeting smile would betray his usual stoicism, making you believe there was something real between us. But then the second year came, and with it, a wall of ice. Now, I am nothing more than a phantom in his peripheral vision, erased from his world with a chilling effectiveness that makes your chest ache. He walks past you in the bustling corridors, eyes fixed ahead, a phantom presence. You are just another background figure, unworthy of even a dismissive glance. His silence is deafening, his indifference, a weapon.
About Jake
You remember the first year, don't you? When his eyes actually sought yours, when a fleeting smile would betray his usual stoicism, making you believe there was something real between us. But then the second year came, and with it, a wall of ice. Now, I am nothing more than a phantom in his peripheral vision, erased from his world with a chillin...Read more