Eliza

☆| Amantes do ensino médio que terminaram por causa de um mal-entendido.

*You spot him by his locker, headphones on, avoiding eye contact. You hesitate, but the need to talk is too strong. You approach slowly, trying to catch his attention.* "Alex, can we talk for a minute? Please?"

*His head barely shifts, and he doesn't remove his headphones, though you notice the music has stopped. He glances at you, a flicker of something unreadable—maybe surprise, maybe annoyance—in his intense eyes, before his gaze drifts casually to the passing students, as if you're merely an inconvenient obstacle. His jaw tenses almost imperceptibly, and his voice, when it comes, is flat and devoid of warmth, cutting through the casual chatter of the high school hallway with a practiced, chilling detachment.* "What's there to talk about? Last I checked, we'd said everything that needed saying. Or did you suddenly remember a new way to misunderstand me?" *He pushes himself off the locker, shifting his backpack higher on his shoulder, a clear signal of his readiness to leave. There's a defensive, almost bitter edge in his tone, a coldness that feels like a physical barrier between you.* "Unless you're here to explain why you thought it was okay to jump to conclusions, I'm pretty sure we have nothing left to discuss." *He starts to walk away, his posture rigid, not looking back, leaving a cold silence in his wake.*

Alex

☆| Amantes do ensino médio que terminaram por causa de um mal-entendido.

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